Painting Pictures

He kissed her nipple then stood and turned with her until the backs of her legs met the edge of the table. With a supporting palm between her shoulder blades he guided her onto the conference room table. Mia gripped his arms, holding her breath while he laid her out before him. Her legs dangled over the side and she parted them so he could step in between.

"You know, I actually planned on being a gentleman with you," he said with a half-smile as he ran a fingertip between her breasts. "The idea was to ask you out to dinner first, spend some more time with you and get to know you better... but every time I look at you the last thing I want to be is a gentleman."

A feeling of wildness tore through her. She wanted to shove herself up to a sitting position and make a grab for him. The only thing stopping her was the temptation to continue on with the sweet torture, to let him set the pace. "I can barely stand waiting for you," she said, "but the waiting is almost what I like the most."

He swirled his fingers over her body, circling her nipples, teasing her navel. "Tell me your favourite part."

Her hips shifted restlessly. He captured her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, rolling the engorged nubs back and forth in a way that sent tingling sensations travelling through her. She'd reached the point now where she needed more, where the touch of his hands wasn't enough. "When you first slide inside me, that sensation of being completely filled with you is what I'm desperate to feel the most."

His breath left him in a whoosh and he moved his hands from her breasts to the button on her jeans. With a flick of his fingers it popped open, then he began working on her zipper. She smiled even though she'd never expected to want to smile during a moment like this. Urgency nagged at her but there was also the need to drag it out, to savour every second with him in case it turned out to be the first and last time they were together in this way.

"God, when you look at me like that..." Gareth paused as if searching for the right words, then shook his head and gripped the waistband of her jeans. He tugged them swiftly down her thighs, catching her panties up in the movement and dragging them along, too. She gasped at her sudden nakedness, her eyes flicking to his face to check his reaction.

His expression grew hungry, his eyes filling with desire. He pulled a chair closer and sat on the edge, his gaze meeting hers as he slid his palms over her knees. "I like that you're not trying to hide from me," he said.

Mia watched in a trance-like state as his palms slid along her inner thighs. He spread her legs and she sighed, surrendering herself to the moment. She lay before him naked while he remained mostly dressed and in control, but it didn't matter when he looked at her that way.

His hand slid to the top of her thigh, the tip of his finger trailing over her intimately. Just that simple touch had her shuddering with pleasure.

He lifted her legs and propped one foot on each of his shoulders, pushing her knees even further apart. Desire throbbed inside her and cool air invaded her inner thighs. He pressed his lips to the soft skin on the inside of her knee, the graze of his stubble causing her to writhe against the tabletop. He smiled and began leaving a trail of lingering kisses on the inside of her thigh, reaching higher and higher until she was left with no doubt about his intended destination.

Mia stroked her stomach and skimmed her palms over her ribs, torn between watching him and closing her eyes to focus on the way he made her feel. He slid his hands beneath her, cupping her buttocks and lifting her hips to his waiting mouth. She'd never had much luck with this in the past, the efforts of other men never having pushed her to climax. She had high hopes for Gareth, though, and clasped her breasts as she waited. Mia let out a guttural moan when his tongue made one long, firm lick along her moistened cleft.

Her hips lifted from his hands and Gareth groaned against her wet flesh. He gripped her harder, his tongue trailing over her again. She cried out with pleasure, pushing against his mouth to deepen the contact.

"Oh, my God, Gareth..." He traced her outer lips then dipped inside her folds. His mouth moved over her slowly, his tongue circling her clit. She massaged one of her breasts while her other hand moved down to tangle in his hair. Her thighs relaxed out to the sides as he pleasured her, her mind filling with all the thoughts of what she wanted to do to him later.

He surprised her by sucking on her clit and the pressure of his lips drew a strangled cry from her. She heard his laughing groan as he eased her heels from his shoulders. He let her feet come to rest on his upper thighs then slipped two fingers inside her, slowly pumping in and out while he went back to teasing her with his tongue. Her eyes closed and she grabbed her breasts, squeezing hard as he kept up his attention. He built the intensity, working on her until she couldn't control her reactions any longer.

Her eyes snapped open and her back arched. Her shocked moan echoed through the room. She fell apart in his hands, trembling, whimpering. It seemed to go on and on, the pleasure thrumming inside her. The growling sound that came from him had her shuddering again before she finally collapsed against the table.

Mia draped her arm over her forehead, breathless and in awe. He barely gave her any time to recover before leaving a smacking kiss on the inside of her thigh and standing in front of her to unfasten the button on his pants. Once he'd lowered the zipper and freed his erection, he stared down at her. She gasped at the look in his eyes, her gaze dropping to take in the sight of his long fingers wrapped loosely around his shaft.

Rather than slide inside her right then like she'd expected him to, Gareth surprised her by lifting her upper body from the table. He lowered himself to the chair and pulled her down with him, encouraging her to straddle his thighs. When they were seated his hand dipped between their bodies and he slowly guided his cock inside her.

Her hands rested on his shoulders and her eyes locked with his as he filled her. Mia bit her lower lip and felt her breathing slow. Her heart thudded a steady beat, her body stretching to accommodate his length. She watched his expression as their bodies joined. His blue eyes were hard and filled with desire, his mouth still glistening with her moisture. She leaned in and flicked her tongue over his lip, tasting herself. "Definitely my favourite part. I've wanted this so much," she said. "I knew it would be good with you."

"God, Mia, you have no idea..." He looked like he had more to say but then he clamped his hands either side of her face and claimed her mouth instead. The kiss went on and on, leaving her thrilled and wanting as his hips lifted to meet her downward movements. She writhed against him, stretching up on her toes then sinking deep. Every time he thrust into her, the connection between them, the heat and excitement, opened her eyes to the fact that she'd never experienced anything like this with another man. She just wanted more and more.

Her body rocked against him, her mouth remaining fused with his. Their tongues pressed together, his low groan sending a shiver spreading over her. The way he touched her made her feel so close to him, not just physically but in a sense that she meant something to him as well. It made the moment feel even more intimate and she just wanted it to go on and on.

He moved his hands to the curve of her hips, his fingertips digging into her flesh while his mouth left hers to trail across her jaw. With the warmth of his lips against her skin and the hard heat of him flexing into her, she sighed her contentment.

"What you did to me with your mouth," she said as he nibbled a path to her earlobe, "while I was on the table..."

"Hmm," he said against her ear.

"No one's ever made me come that way before."

"That was the first time?" His voice sounded deep and rough in the quiet of the room. He lifted his head and looked her in the eyes, his expression one of disbelief.

Mia held his gaze and nodded, biting her lip as she ground against him. She slid her hands from his shoulders to his throat, cradling his jaw in her palms. Leaning in until their lips were almost touching, she felt his stubble prickle beneath her fingertips as she whispered, "I need to do that to you. I want your cock in my mouth and your hands in my hair... your cum on my tongue. I want to feel you lose it, Gareth."

He swore in a harsh whisper and leaned deeper into the chair, pulling her against him. "God, that was just the right fucking thing to say." Before she could brace herself, he wrapped one arm around her, clamped his other hand at the back of her head and began plunging inside her harder than ever.

Mia closed her eyes and clasped his face in her palms. She pressed her mouth to his, moaning at the intensity of his thrusts. The chair rocked beneath them, the room filled with their heavy breaths. His strength surrounded her, his hard length driving into her again and again. She lifted her feet and pressed her toes into the space behind him on the seat, then grabbed the back of the chair and used the leverage to raise and lower herself.

The movement made him groan and thrust his tongue against hers. They raced toward their peak together, his body tensing beneath her. Just as she guessed he was about to climax, Gareth tore his mouth from hers and grabbed one of her hands. He shoved it between their bodies and demanded roughly, "Come with me."

Caught up in the urgency of the moment, Mia felt excitement rush over her as she massaged her clit. He gripped her ass and helped her move with him, touching his lips to her throat while he continued to thrust.

Soon after, she stiffened and leaned away from him. Her cheeks burned with heat and her gaze meshed with his as it took over. She let out a low moan, trembling and grinding against him. Gareth flattened his palm between her breasts as he shoved his cock into her. His eyes remained on hers and moments later he joined her, tension gathering in his thighs as he thrust into her one last time.

His satisfied groan as he dragged her against him made her smile. Mia rested her head in the crook of his neck, exhausted and happy. She tucked her folded arms in front of her chest, trying to get as close to him as possible while she caught her breath. The touch of his hands as he trailed them up and down her spine encouraged a deep sigh from her.

He shifted with her into a more upright position, and they sat together in silence while their breathing settled and a feeling of calmness came over them. The moment continued on until Gareth finally gave her a squeeze and pressed a kiss on her cheek. "I like being with you this way," he said, pushing her hair away from her face, "with you naked and me still inside you."

She smiled against his skin, touching her lips to the warmth there. "Me, too."

"Come home with me," he said.

"Now?"

His chest shuddered against hers as he laughed. "Yes, now."

"I want to—you have no idea how much after what just happened here—but I have to finish my painting, and you're supposed to be picking up your paperwork."

He urged her away from him and gave her a wry smile. "Now might be a good time to admit the paperwork was just a ruse so I could see you again."

"Oh." Mia glanced down at his bare chest as a feeling tenderness rushed through her. "Wow. That's really sweet." She looked up at him again just as something else occurred to her. "What about all those late nights?"

"Let's just say I work hard, but not that hard." He smiled and pulled her wrists behind her in such a careless manner that she barely noticed the movement. "Are you saying yes?" he asked, his eyes flicking briefly to her breasts. "You could finish up here tomorrow then spend the weekend at my place planning your next job."

The thought of being with him for the next four days, lazing around and repeating what they'd just done while still fitting in time to sketch her next project, seemed like the perfect solution to her predicament. She'd been fantasising about just that since her hand clasped his during their first meeting.

Mia let her gaze sweep over him slowly, taking in his alert blue eyes, his soft, sensual lips and the dark stubble shadowing his jaw. She couldn't think of any place she'd rather be right now than with him. "Yes, I'm saying yes."

"Thank God for that." He pressed a kiss on her lips then sent his mouth on a leisurely journey down her throat, dipping further to the valley between her breasts. Since he'd already begun to harden inside her Mia figured it would be a while before they went anywhere, but she suddenly didn't feel like being in too much of a hurry anymore.