"Here it comes, Steph," he said. And she was glad he did, because then she just closed her eyes to wait for it, coming, coming.
Harder, harder and then they both exploded in ecstatic orgasmic deliciousness. He dropped to lie on her on the desk, his head on her chest. Her fingers pushed his baseball hat off and ran her fingers through his hair.
After they caught their breath, he moved to sit in her office chair and pulled her onto his lap.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Stephanie," he said.
"I'm sorry too," she whispered into him.
He kissed her mouth softly again.
"Let's never fight again," he whispered.
She pulled away, smiling at him.
"Well, let's not be too hasty," she said.
"What?" he said.
"That make-up sex is pretty fucking good," Stephanie said.
Jerry laughed out loud.
"And I've been meaning to talk to you about a few things," she said, smiling.
"Is that so?" Jerry said, his fingers stroking the inside of her thigh.
"Oh...yeah," she said, as he found her, wet and ready.
"That whole not tightening the top of the toothpaste thing?" she said.
He slid two fingers inside her, slowly, in and out.
"What are you going to fucking do about it?" he whispered.
"I'm so fucking......," she tried to start, and then he moved faster.
Faster.
The End
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