Mya's Counseling

"Oh, God!" I cried. My head fell forward into the crevice of his neck, and I grabbed his earlobe with my lips, tugging on it to give myself something to do to keep from screaming. I inhaled his scent, my brain committing the sexy, masculine odor to memory as he grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, making it easier for him to slam into me again and again.

"I thought I told you to leave, Mya," he said harshly. He punctuated this with a sharp bite to my neck, sucking warmth to the surface, making me whimper." Holding my body up with his hands, he pistoned in and out, mixing our juices until the smell of our sex was one heady, intoxicating scent. "Ride me, love," he said, slowing down.

When he stopped I gasped, the absence of speed denying me my release. I lowered myself slowly, torturing him as he fought to keeps his hips still. I kissed him, barely letting my lips touch his and rubbed my breasts against his chest. I ground my hips into his, throwing my head back and groaning.

"God, you feel so good," I said, truly close to tears. "You feel so...fucking...good."

The last three words were punctuated as I lifted myself and then dropped my body back down. I could see him watching my face from my lowered lashes, and his mouth was moving.

"What?" I gasped as he rubbed my clit, making my body convulse.

"I said I love to fuck you." He took over again, reducing me to a gasping, sobbing mess as I kissed him fiercely, trying to find some way not to make too much noise. "I love to fuck you," he said again. "I love fucking you."

"Oh, shit," I whispered, as that familiar ache tightened my clit. "Oh, fuck..." I couldn't finish as another particularly good stroke rendered me voiceless. I couldn't make up my mind whether to watch his face as he watched me, throw my head back and close my eyes, or to lean forward and vacuum his lips into my mouth as if there was no tomorrow. He reached up quickly and pushed my hair back.

"I want to see your face when you come," he said, glaring into my eyes. He continued his steady speed, making it look so easy to exert so much pleasure for someone else. "Look at me, and tell me what you want. Tell me right now, what do you want?"

I could feel my pussy starting to shatter, not able to hold up underneath his onslaught much longer. My head fell back and I groaned, not able to say anything.

"You don't want it?" he asked, slowing his pace.

"No, don't stop!" I gasped, digging my nails into his neck. He winced but picked up speed again.

"What do you want, love? Tell me."

"I want you to stop talking and fuck me!" I said in frustration.

"You want me to fuck you?" he responded, managing to sound mocking and sexy at the same time. "Hell, love, why didn't you say so?" He ended that sentence with an extra hard thrust, and my orgasm leaped seconds closer. "You want me to fuck you hard?" He slowed so fast and so much that my clit was literally straining from beneath my folds, starving for that friction. I put a hand beneath my legs to comfort it, but he grabbed it and wrapped it back around his neck. "Or do you want me to go slow?" The pace he was going was such sweet agony that I gave a guttural groan, my eyes dropping closed. "Open them," he said. "I wanna see, love, remember?"

He slammed back into me and continued the hard core pace from before, and I couldn't help from crying out. He trapped my mouth with his and began to rub my clit on his own hand. My hips began to buck in time with his, punctuating our love making with sharp thrusts that had him gasping. "Damn, girl..." he whispered, his voice high with pent up emotion. He closed his eyes.

"Open your eyes, Lucas," I whispered. "I wanna see you...oh, fuck me, please!" My body gave one huge convulse as I slammed onto his lap, my clit throbbing wildly and sending me over the edge. He thumped into me and I could feel his cock engorge suddenly and then explode, jetting his seed into my walls. The look in his eyes sent another orgasm rushing through me at the same time, and I drew away from him, afraid that I'd be overloaded with sensation. There was no sound except for his thighs slapping my ass, and the minute scream of our nerves straining to hold our amorous bellows from being audible.

"Fuck, Mya, fuck!" Lucas cried. His body gave erratic jerks as he filled me with his cum. His eyelids lowered and finally closed, as if he couldn't hold it in any more, and he was just too tired. I sank onto his lap, my shirt sticking to my back. I gave a half-hearted bite to his neck, feeling him truly go flaccid this time. There would be no more tonight.

We sat there like that for a good five minutes, the air drying our sweat and tears of pleasure. I moved my hips, and Lucas groaned, his cock twitching inside of me.

"There's no more, Ms. Harris. Even if there was...I'm not sure I'd be able to..." he trailed off. His hands tangled themselves in my hair and he kissed me, his lips soft and tender on my swollen ones, as if closing a hard deal with a gentle let down. "I'm gonna keep saying this because I'm obligated to," he said, looking me in the eye. "This can't ever happen again."

"I'm gonna keep this saying this because I don't care," I told him. "I like fucking you, too."

His eyes darkened with excitement again, and then it disappeared. "I...I can't...Ms. Harris," he said. "That was...so good; too good. But this isn't right."

I moved my hips again and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, not bothering to stop me. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't care either," I teased. He opened his eyes and looked at me again, and though he didn't say anything, the tortured look in his eye verified that I was right.

I caressed his mouth with my fingertips, still moving my hips in a slow rhythm, more so to give myself that pressure on my clit than to keep him tortured. "We don't have to talk about this now," I whispered. I got up, and for the second time that night we cleaned up after our sex. He opened the window to his office and turned on the AC to air out the room and erase the smell of our ardor.

At the door, before I left, he turned me around and kissed me, pressing my body against his. There was no hardness in his pants, only a longing in the movement of his lips. "Next time," he said, as I closed the door to his office. "Next time, I take you from behind."

I smiled and stepped out into the warm evening. Next time, indeed.