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Her fingers dug into the tense muscles of his neck and shoulders, but he still wasn't relaxed.
She'd been trying for the last 20 minutes; when the office had cleared out at the end of the work day, she had made the 10-foot walk from her desk to his. They were going to stay behind until he was feeling better. He'd had a terrible day and she wasn't about to let him take it home with him. He wouldn't be able to sleep then, and she knew he needed it with the busy season upon them.
She leaned over and whispered into his ear, her lips a hairsbreadth away from his lobe, "You need to relax." She licked his ear and then kissed the side of his neck.
She heard the breath expel from his lips, but his groan was more frustrated than pleasured. "I'm trying. They just make me so mad sometimes." None the less, he cocked his head to the side and let her lips trail down the expanse of skin there, his 5 o'clock shadow scratching her soft lips.
"I know, baby," she breathed against his jaw. "But we can't take all this frustration home with us now, can we?" Her arms dropped from his shoulders and wrapped around his neck lightly, her hand rubbing his chest and down to his stomach. She licked the corner of his mouth and he turned towards her. She teased his lips with her tongue and pulled back slightly every time he tried to move in to kiss her.
She watched his face loosen up and felt his body relax, even as he pretended to scold her. "How is this supposed to help me relax."
Her grin was feral. "It's not. I have something else planned," she whispered, before kissing him full on the lips. When he tried to deepen the kiss, she pulled back again. He groaned. "Patience, baby."
"I've been trying to be patient all day today," he pouted. "I don't want to be patient for this, too."
She laughed quietly. "Alright, you've made a valid point." She kissed him again as her hands slid slowly down his chest and stomach, the feel of his cotton polo soft under her palms. Her tongue pressed against his lips and his mouth opened, granting her the access she craved and their tongues danced.
Her hands continued south down his body until they covered the bulge in his khakis. He was already hard. "I knew I could count on you, baby," she murmured against his lips. His response was to pull her bottom lip between his teeth and growl.
The simple action and sexy sound pushed her forward, rubbing his cock with deft fingers through his pants. His head tipped back against his leather chair and she moved her lips to his neck again, sucking at the pulse point.
"God, that feels good, baby."
"I can make it better." Her lips whisper against his skin as her hands undo his pants quickly, pushing down the zipper, and then pulling his hard length out and into her hand. His breath hisses out of his clenched teeth and she scrapes her nails over him again.
She grips his cock in her hand and starts stroking him quickly, already feeling his breathing labored and stomach clenching. "I need you to cum for me, baby." Her teeth scrape his adam's apple.
His only response is a long moan of pleasure and she pumps harder and faster. She wants this as badly as he does. "You are so fucking sexy," she says as she nibbles his ear. "I love listening to you moan for me."
"Fuuuuuck." His hand moves from the death grip on his chair, tangles up into her hair, and pulls her head down to his, crashing his lips against hers. As his tongue plunges into her mouth, she grips his cock in her hand, and he cums hard, his prick spasming and emptying onto his shirt.
His breaks their kiss to groan as his orgasm shoots through him and she continues to stroke his weeping cock.
"Dear God, baby," he says as the last of his cum is spent.
She dips her finger into his cum and slips it into her mouth. His eyes watch the movement and he cocks her a smirk. "Feeling better?" she asks.
Grabbing her arm, he pulls her down into his lap and starts unbuttoning her pants. "Yes. Now it's your turn."
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