Twist

Charlotte wore stiletto heels—that was all the memo from Harry said. To wear a pair of her stilettos, and come to his office after hours. Between her legs was quivered. They still had sex during office hours, but the stuff that they were currently exploring was stuff that they needed to do after business hours.

The echo of her heels on the floor turned her on, and the clenching and quivering between her legs made it hard for her to walk. She was still sore from their last episode…

When she got to his office, he was sitting slouched in his seat staring at the door.

Waiting for her.

Charlotte paused, waiting for him to say something. Usually he wanted her just in the heels, and then they would explore from there.

“You know what to do,” he stated plainly.

Charlotte undressed slowly, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She paused a bit because she loved to look at him. Especially when he was hard, knowing it was her that made him so. He was stiff, and she licked her lips. The crotch of her thong was damp, and she got her secretions all over her fingers. As soon as she pulled the thong off, Harry crooked his finger at her.

“Lift up your foot,” he said. Charlotte did of course, and he played with her. Her body tensed and shook as he urged her leg higher up.

She did, her heel piercing the keyboard of his laptop, as she knocked it down by accident. He smacked her bottom when she shifted nervously. When she looked down at him, he pulled her closer and licked her harder. Charlotte could barely stand, and as she struggled to keep her balance he slipped one then two fingers inside her.

Then a third.

Charlotte felt her fingernails dig into his shoulder, the puncture of flesh as she lost balance and stepped again on his laptop on the floor when she came. A blended sensation that came with a swiftness, and at the same time with a tiny delay that made her gasp and everything when black.

She resurrected when she felt his hands on her hips, and he kissed her where she pulsed. Running her hands through his hair, she mused on this new twist.

That was maybe why she wanted him so much because she had no handle on him. He scared her as much as he thrilled her.

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