The Late Meeting (Part 2)

Felix's eyes darkened at her words, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of blue remained.

"Good girl," he murmured, the praise sending an unexpected thrill through her body.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs with deliberate slowness.

The silk dragged against her sensitive skin, adding to the anticipation building within her.

Wendy kicked off her heels, allowing him to remove the delicate barrier completely.

Felix dropped to his knees before her, his large hands spreading her thighs wider.

The position, her boss kneeling between her legs, her exposed while still wearing her professional blouse, was filthier than any fantasy she'd allowed herself.

"I've dreamt about tasting you for years," Felix said, his breath hot against her inner thigh.

He started with feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin, each one moving slightly higher.

His hands gripped her thighs firmly, thumbs tracing small circles that made her shiver.

When he finally reached her center, he paused, savoring the moment of anticipation.

"You're already so wet for me," he observed, his voice low and appreciative.

The first touch of his tongue was gentle, a slow, exploring stroke that made Wendy gasp.

He took his time, mapping her with deliberate attention, learning what made her breath quicken.

Wendy's hands found his hair, fingers tangling in the perfectly styled strands.

Felix increased the pressure, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Her thighs tremble on either side of his head.

"That's it," he encouraged, before returning to his task.

He introduced a finger alongside his tongue, sliding it slowly inside her.

The digit curved upward, seeking and finding the spot that made her hips jerk involuntarily.

The dual sensation drew a moan from deep in Wendy's throat, her professional reserve completely forgotten.

Felix added a second finger, stretching her pleasantly while maintaining his rhythm.

"God, you taste incredible," he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation.

His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention.

Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her.

Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly.

"Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this."

He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her.

The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.

Felix alternated between thrusting his tongue inside her and returning his attention to her clit.

His hands slid beneath her, gripping her ass to pull her closer against his mouth.

The intensity built again, waves of pleasure washing through her with increasing force.

When Felix sensed her getting close again, he returned his fingers to their previous position.

He pumped them in a steady rhythm while his tongue focused on her most sensitive spot.

This time, he didn't slow down as her breathing quickened and her inner muscles began to flutter.

He sealed his lips around her clit, sucking gently while his fingers continued their relentless pace.

The combination of pressure, suction, and penetration was overwhelming.

"Felix—" Wendy gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. "I'm going to—"

"Do it...Let go for me," he commanded against her sensitive flesh.

Her release crashed through her with unexpected intensity, her back arching as pleasure radiated through her body.

Waves of ecstasy pulsed outward from her core, making her entire body tremble.

Felix continued his attentions, gentling his touch but not stopping completely as she rode out the waves.

Only when her trembling subsided did he pull back, looking up at her with undisguised satisfaction.

"You're even more beautiful when you let go," he said, rising to his feet and wiping his mouth with his thumb.

Wendy was still catching her breath, her body humming with satisfaction and renewed desire.

"Your turn," she said, reaching for his belt with newfound determination.

She unfastened it quickly, her fingers moving to the button of his trousers next.

Felix watched her with heated intensity, his arousal evident in the substantial bulge beneath her hands.

When she pushed his boxers down, his cock sprang free, thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip.

Wendy wrapped her hand around him, enjoying his sharp intake of breath at her touch.

Her thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the moisture gathered there.

"Protection?" she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned.

Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease.

"I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally."

Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington."

His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance.

"Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"

"Yes," Wendy admitted.

Felix's control snapped. He thrust forward, burying himself completely inside her in one powerful stroke.

Both froze, overwhelmed by the sensation of finally being joined after years of tension.

"Fuckk," Felix groaned, his forehead falling to rest against hers, "you feel incredible."

He began to move, setting a pace that was neither gentle nor rough,  controlled and deliberate.

Each thrust was measured, angled to hit spots inside her that rekindled the pleasure he'd already given her.

Wendy wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle and taking him even deeper.

"Mmhmm yes harder," she demanded, nails digging into his shoulders through his partially opened shirt.

Felix complied, his hips snapping forward with increasing force.

The sound of skin meeting skin mixed with their harsh breathing in the otherwise silent office.

The heavy desk rocked with their movements, papers scattering to the floor unnoticed.

Felix gripped her hips with bruising force, holding her in place as he drove into her.

Each powerful thrust pushed her closer to another peak, her already sensitized body responding quickly.

"Touch yourself," Felix commanded, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

Wendy slid a hand between them, finding her still-sensitive clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.

The added stimulation quickly rebuilt her pleasure, her inner muscles clenching around him as she approached another peak.

Felix's rhythm faltered slightly, his control slipping. "I'm close," he warned, his fingers digging into her hips.

"Me too," Wendy gasped, working her clit faster. "Don't stop."

His thrusts became more forceful, the desk creaking beneath them as he drove into her with abandon.

When her orgasm hit, it was even more intense than the first, her body clamping down around him as waves of pleasure washed through her.

Her pulsing muscles triggered Felix's release. He thrust deeply one final time, his body tensing as he groaned her name.

For several moments, they remained joined, breathing heavily against each other as reality slowly returned.

Felix recovered first, carefully withdrawing and disposing of the condom in his private bathroom.

Wendy sat up on the desk, suddenly acutely aware of her disheveled state, blouse open, skirt bunched around her waist, stockings twisted.

"That was..." she began, unsure how to finish the sentence.

"Overdue," Felix supplied, returning to stand between her legs, his expression unreadable.

Wendy searched his face for regret or dismissal, finding neither.

"What happens now?" she asked, beginning to straighten her clothing.

Felix caught her hands, stopping her. "Now," he said, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that always sent shivers down her spine, "we move to the couch for round two. Unless you have somewhere else to be at 11 PM?"

"My schedule is open," Wendy replied, allowing him to help her down from the desk.

Felix's smile was predatory as he led her toward the leather couch in the corner of his office.

"Good," he said, already working her blouse off her shoulders. "Because I have years of fantasies to fulfill, and one night won't be nearly enough."

As his mouth found her neck again, Wendy wondered briefly about tomorrow, about professional boundaries and workplace complications.

Then his hands slid beneath her skirt again, and she decided tomorrow could take care of itself.