35 — Your moans are mine

I watch intently as Julian walks over to his desk and opens a drawer, pulling out an oval object… a pink egg. I raise my eyebrows at the mischievous smile that rises on his lips.
“Do you know what this is, Angel?” Julian says in a husky voice, sitting up in his chair, showing me that kind of dildo… “It's your reward for being a good girl.”
My body shudders, and my heart skips a beat.
“You worked wet the whole time, didn't you?”
“Uhm…” I let out a groan, nodding my head.
“Then come here.” His voice is serious, and I obey his command, approaching with fearful steps.
When I finally stop beside him, leaning against the table, he lifts me by the waist easily, making me sit on it.
Julian's hands move down the curves of my body, down my thighs until they reach my knees — and he slowly parts them, opening enough to lift my skirt.
“Those pantyhose… they're in the way, don't you think?” Julian asks hoarsely and doesn't hesitate as he rips it down between my legs, making me gasp.
“Julian!” I try to protest, but he squeezes my thighs tightly, making me swallow my words.
“What? Don't you want your reward?” Julian says playfully, sliding his fingers, digging into my pantyhose, making me clench my teeth.
“Yes, I do…” I nod, seeing that his smile widens.
“You're learning.” Julian pulls my legs up, holding my feet up on the chair, between his spread legs. Then he pulls my feet further up, making me feel the bundle in his pants… and I have to swallow a groan again.
I wiggle my toes, rubbing the soles of my feet against his erection, seeing that his eyes are getting more intense.
Julian leans and deposits a kiss on my knees, moving his hand up my thighs to the curve of my hips.
And my body arches, sliding closer to the edge — which makes him smile amidst my covered skin.
His hands slowly begin to move up, making my body shiver and burn with anticipation, especially when I feel his fingertips inside my thighs, making contact with my skin, pulling at the pantyhose to rip them further apart.
My eyes burn with desire, as much as his, lock on each other.
Julian pushes one of my knees further apart and widens the tear, revealing my black panties. With another kiss on my knee, his eyes remain on mine.
Suddenly, Julian pulls me by the hip, making me hold tightly to the table, so I don't slip.
I throw my head back when he presses his thumb into my entrance, with a slight pressure that sends pleasurable shivers through my body. I grit my teeth so that no moans dare come out. But my lips, half-open, allow a sigh to escape as Julian is finally pushing my panties aside.
“You're still wet…” He penetrates his thumb into me, and my body twitches, “Does it hurt, babe?”
“A little…” I mumble, clutching the corners of the table tightly, focusing on the way he takes his finger out and brings it up to my clit, rubbing it with slow, circular motions. “That feels so good…”
“You like it, don't you?” Julian teases, hoarsely, increasing the pace, making me throw my head back again. “I wanted to bury my cock in you, but you're swollen…”
I'd really like to feel it too…
“Well, I think you'll have to be satisfied with this…” He takes the pink-egg and gives me a mischievous smile, “Don't worry, you'll like it... I bought it especially for you.”
I hold my breath with anticipation burning in my lower belly, and squeeze the table even tighter when I feel this object rub against my entrance. It's soft and doesn't feel as big as his fingers, but a slight burning comes to my senses, and I let a painful moan escape.
“Relax…” Julian shoves a little of it inside me, and I arch my back, “I'm going to put it all in…”
“Wait-” I try to hold his hand, but he pushes the whole pink egg inside me, with a damn smug smile on his lips. I growl loudly and then seal my lips, reminding myself that we're in the office, still in business hours, with people outside the room.
“If you yell like that, people will get suspicious.” He says with a chuckle, relaxing his back in his chair, tugging his tie slightly, as if he's enjoying seeing me like that, breathing heavy and with my skin tingling.
I grit my teeth again, trying not to be overcome by this strange feeling of burning and the pleasure at being filled. I lower my face, looking at the sexy way he's sitting, staring at me as if enjoying the show. Then his hand reaches for something in his pants pocket, and I notice it's a small control….
“Keep quiet, okay?”
Before I can answer him, or even understand what those words mean, Julian pushes a button on the control and my body immediately shivers, chilling my skin from head to toe. I throw my head back, feeling my insides throbbing… no, it's vibrating.
I let out a pleasurable moan, closing my eyes, allowing that delicious sensation to spread through me.
Julian abruptly stands up, standing between my legs, and grabs my hair, holding it tightly, practically growling against my trembling lips, “Didn't I tell you to be quiet?”
I try to control it, but that damn pink egg is vibrating inside me, making my body shake uncontrollably, and I can't help but moan against his lips, with my eyes watering with such pleasure.
“Your moans are mine, Angelee.” Julian says, brushing his lips against mine, “What if someone else hears them, hmm?”
I moan again, gripping his shirt tightly, moving my hips to meet the hard-on marking his pants. And arch my body again, being supported by his arm around my back, that keeps me from falling.
Throwing my head back, I close my eyes, trying to control my lips that insist on parting to let low moans escape.
Julian's firm hands on my waist are making me even more aroused. I throw my arms around his neck, brushing my lips against his, moving my hips, rubbing against his bundle that feels so hard and painful. Every second with this pink-egg inside me is another moment of pleasure, of delicious shivers running through my skin, quivering my whole body.
Our eyes meet, and I can see how much he's enjoying this.
I bring my hand to the back of his neck, running my thumb along his jaw, and reach for a kiss, provoking his tongue into my mouth to meet mine. Julian doesn't hesitate as he deepens the rhythm our tongues intertwine, sucking it lightly, making me moan muffled.
“Hah, Angel…” He grunts against my lips, “You're going to drive me completely insane.”
I feel a more intense chill run through my body and I cling to the back of his neck, sealing my lips to the sensitive skin of his neck, trying to stifle the loud moan that's about to come out of my mouth… because the orgasm is exploding in me, spreading like a shock, making my insides clench so tight that it starts to expel the pink-egg.
Julian catches it before it falls to the floor, but as if to torture me some more, he puts the dildo against my swollen clit, vibrating my most sensitive spot. I moan even louder, digging my teeth into his neck, hearing a low grunt escape Julian's lips.
My orgasm is being prolonged because of the damn vibration, but it's just so good, so good that I'm rolling my eyes, trembling desperately, digging my fingers into his hair, and feeling that an even bigger one is coming, approaching like a tidal wave crashing against my body…
I throw my head back and part my lips to moan, but Julian's hand covers my mouth in time to muffle the heavy-pleasurable scream of the second orgasm.
My legs are shaking so badly that the strength is completely leaving my body. If it weren't for his arm supporting my back, I would probably collapse.
I watch him place the still vibrating pink-egg on the table before pressing the button to turn off. Then, touches my face gently, stroking the corner of my eyes… my eyelashes that are wet with tears of pleasure.
“Was it good?” Julian asks, kissing the corner of my lips, “Do you prefer it to my cock?”
“Yeah, it's good, but…” I bite my lip, feeling him kiss below my eye, “I prefer you…”
“Really?” He kisses my lips this time, “Don't put anything inside… I want you ready to take me all on Saturday.”
“Again with the Saturday thing?” I grumble, seeing that he's laughing at my impatience, and I can't help but smile.
“I promise… I'll make it worth it.” He strokes my hair, then looks deeply into my eyes, “I have something very special prepared for you.”