"N-now, sir?" Maritza whispered. "What if someone...walks in?"
"Mm. That'd be pretty hot, wouldn't it be?" He laughed and caressed her cheek. "I'm just joking. If you're uncomfortable, we can always go to my office. No one will bother us there. I will tell Shelly that I am busy."
Maritza's tense body relaxed. "Okay, sir. I would prefer that. Thank you."
She followed Bryant down the hall into his office. Thankfully, there was no one in the hallway, so no one witnessed her sneak into his office. Their impromptu rendezvous last night popped up in her mind and lust immediately flooded her. After letting her into his office and closing the door shut, she patiently waited on the leather chair in front of his desk as he called Sherry and politely asked her if he could not be disturbed. After setting the office phone down, he gazed at her with a smoldering expression of desire and grinned.
"I'm all yours, little one," he said. "I've been wondering how you taste. Lie down on the desk for me and relax. I'm going to take care of you."
Maritza stared at him with wide doe eyes and gulped. "Whatever you want, sir."
She obediently followed his orders without hesitation even though doubt gnawed at her. Her last boyfriend only gave her head once in the five years that they dated; according to him, her pussy 'tasted off', and ever since then she was very self-conscious about receiving oral sex. After hopping onto the desk, she took a deep breath and used positive self-talk to soothe her frayed nerves. Bryant isn't an asshole like your ex, she gently told herself. She felt so exposed as she spread her legs for him and she could feel palpitating lust and excitement emanating from him. When he kneeled in front of her and brought his face to her sacred spot, he growled.
"Take them off," he tautly said.
A primal shiver coursed through her before she swiftly took off her black cotton panties, dropping them on the floor next to him. He stared at her wet, neatly trimmed cunt before looking up at her, his forest green eyes alive with yearning.
"I'm sorry I'm not shaved," she nervously said. "I haven't been intimate with someone in a long time."
"I like it just the way it is, babydoll." He closed his eyes and gently kissed her left inner thigh. "I love it, actually. Fuck, you smell so good."
If only he knew how his words comforted her and extinguished the insecurity she had held for so long. His lips skimmed up the length of her inner thighs until they reached her mound, which was wet and trembling. She gasped when his soft lips kissed her mound and she quickly placed her hand over her mouth to avoid making too much noise. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to their little impromptu session.
"You're dripping wet," he whispered. "I want to make this pussy gush all over me."