The Man Who Enjoys Me

Just one instance. It was a late night and I had brought him an analysis he asked for. While he went over it I stood at the window lost in thought looking at the skyline. I didn't hear him, the first I knew he was there was his hands on my waist moving up to cup my breasts. His embrace kept me from moving, while he maneuver me into his arms.

I knew what was going to come next. I could feel it in my bones. My knees did get weak and he held me up. He whispered, and I lowered my pants, placed my hands against the window pane, and leaned over until he was able to slip his dick in. It felt good, more than good, when he is in me it always feels good. His movements were intense, purposeful. He let me know when he was ready and I braced for it.

We left the office around midnight, this time I hung onto him, and he held me with his around me.