James groaned low in his throat. "You think this is you in control?" He set her down on the bed gently, like a man about to ruin her, and carefully took off his shirt. Victoria's hands were already at his waistband, pulling, unbuckling, impatient.
His cock sprang free again and she licked her lips, but James grabbed her wrists before she could touch him. He leaned over her, nose brushing hers, and stared down at the mess of need and power in her eyes. Then he picked her back up.
Confused, Victoria blinked at him. "Why?"
James glanced toward the pristine sheets. "Because you would make a mess of it and I don't want that."
He gripped her thighs and dragged her closer, the head of his cock nudging her soaked entrance. One push and he was in, the slow glide almost too much to bear. She was deliciously sore from their last try, but the stretch was addictive, the way he filled her made her gasp. Her legs locked around his back and he started to move, deep and deliberate.
"Ohh mmm..." Victoria moaned. James froze again then covered her mouth.
"Keep it down. At this rate the whole office will be aware of what we're doing here."
Victoria laughed, fully unbothered. "We're in my sanctuary. I can be loud here."
As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she added with a grin, "The room is soundproof, so don't worry."
That eased something in James, and he plunged into her in one deep thrust. The sound that tore out of Victoria was unrestrained.
"Ohm James..."
The sound of their bodies filled the room. Skin on skin, breath on breath, her fingernails scoring his back as he thrust deeper. She arched up to meet him, each stroke hitting a spot inside her that made her vision blur.
James was breathing out, jaw clenched as he tried to keep control. But Victoria was undoing him from the inside out. Her walls clenched around him like she didn't want to let go, like she'd keep him buried inside her forever.
She pulled him down into another kiss, her hands running over the firm muscle of his back, his arms, his ass, wherever she could reach. She needed to feel all of him, take every inch and give herself back just as hard.
She moaned and moaned without filter until she could no longer moan. Her body twitching under the onslaught of intense pleasure. It was too much. She could hardly breathe her body writhing, barely able to hold on to herself.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She was overwhelmed, undone. Then, in a broken voice edged with anger and jealousy, she asked, "James, are you fucking someone else behind my back?"
James froze. His entire body locked.
"What in the hell are you talking about?" he asked, stunned.
Victoria blinked through the haze. His clear eyes met hers and she realized how wrong she'd been. Her heart dropped.
"Sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
She knew James wouldn't do that. He hated exposing his body. Yet with her, he always did. That alone meant something. Her trust in him returned swiftly.
Still, James needed to know. "Why? Why would you think that in the first place? Tell me why you asked."
Victoria covered her face, embarrassed. It took a while before she whispered, "Because you're so good at it now I'm tearing up."
James stared at her like she'd grown two heads. "Then do you want me to be bad at it?"
"No, no," she rushed out. "Keep going. In fact, if I tell you anything weird or try to stop you, ignore me."
James looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. He wondered what went through her head. Victoria only smiled and pulled him down into a kiss.
It was only their third time having sex, and James, ever the quick learner, was already surpassing himself. Her hand started its familiar exploration, but James grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the wall behind her.
"You're trying to distract me from that uncalled-for question," he muttered. "For harboring distrust, I will punish you."
And he did just that.
James withdrew almost all the way out before delivering nine full strokes, slow and torturous. Each time she braced herself for the tenth, he stopped. Her swollen clitoris pulsed. Her nipples ached. He toyed with them both, pinching and flicking, his mouth replacing his hands when her moans threatened to crack the ceiling.
He snapped his hips into hers, again and again. Her breath caught. She clawed at his arms. Her legs trembled and her mouth fell open. She was close, right there, teetering but could not quite take the last leap into salvation. He didn't give it. He wanted to watch her fall apart. He needed it.
Her moans grew louder and he buried his face in her neck, biting gently to quiet her. She screamed into his shoulder as he rocked her pussy. Her body clamped down so tight on him it took everything he had not to explode right there.
Victoria was lost. Utterly and completely. She had no idea how long he kept her hovering, trembling on the edge. Every thrust was maddening. Every denial chipped away at her control until she pleaded, broken and breathless.
"James... please... let me come."
He didn't answer. He simply changed positions, lifting her off the wall, flipping her, bending her, keeping her upright with sheer strength as he took her in every possible way. Her body twitched. Her brain spun. He was relentless.
Only after he came inside her did he finally murmur one word into her ear.
"Come."
Victoria shattered. Screams ripped from her throat. Her legs gave up. James, still buried inside her from behind, caught her just in time before she collapsed face-first. He wrapped his arms around her tightly as her body shook and convulsed uncontrollably. The release was massive, a flood of ecstasy that soaked the floor, the nearby wall, and even splattered a coffee table.
Her body wasn't hers anymore. It felt foreign. Spent. Disconnected.
When the tremors finally faded and her vision cleared, Victoria realized James had been right. She really had made a mess.
He was still holding her, still steady, his chest pressed to her back.
"Are you alright now?" he asked softly.
Victoria turned her head to kiss his cheek but her lips found his mouth instead. It was full of the love swelling inside her chest. This man, she realized, was the one for her.
James assumed she had recovered and released his tight hold, but Victoria's legs, still jelly, buckled. His reflexes kicked in and he caught her before she hit the soiled floor.
Her laughter bubbled out, light and genuine seeing the panic on his face from her near fall.
James sighed and looked at her, a hint of a smile curving his lips.
"Where's the bathroom?"
She pointed wordlessly to the side.
James carried her over, washed and dressed her with care, smoothing out her clothes as if they hadn't just been drenched in sex. He dressed himself neatly then gently laid her down on the bed. Only after that did he clean up every trace of the mess they made.
When it was all done, James lifted Victoria from the bed and carried her back into the office. He settled her carefully into her chair, knowing fully well she couldn't stand yet.
He picked up his tablet and walked toward the door.
"James," she called.
He turned to look at her.
"Come over tonight. Please. It's Friday so..." her words drifted as her brain struggled to reconnect and reorganize.
James tilted his head as if in thought then gave a nod.
Victoria let out a quiet breath.
"I'll send you the summarized version of our meeting today. Try to look it up. I still need your analysis."
James says, opened the door, and walked out.
Victoria stared at the shut door for a long time, her head still somewhere far from earth.