99- undiscovered movie

“How do you get through to people?”
Blair is nestled in my arms as we lounge together on the couch, her head in the crook of my neck. The movie we are watching is about a female temporary worker who is hired to tap into her manager’s phone in order to get information damning enough to get him fired. Somehow, that insight into his personal life reveals a part of him that she empathizes with and it changes her agenda from hurting him into saving him.
Blair inclines her head to glance at me. “You’re referring to the manager, right?”
“Yeah,” I reply. “The temp girl is so ... unlikeable, and they’re not even in the same age bracket. He’s twenty-five years older than she is. So how were they able to connect that deeply?”
She turns away to contemplate the issue as we continue watching the movie and I do the same. “Kindness?” She suggests. “He was kind to her when others weren’t.”
“Is it that simple?” I ask, my mind on my father.
“Empathy,” she says. “I think that’s what it is. By tapping into his phone, she realized that they were both quite similar.”
“Because of their similar struggles in taking care of their families?” “Yeah,” she says and glances back once again to stare into my eyes.
I love it when she does that. It’s very rare in the office that she is this bold, but when we are together like this, she completely unravels and becomes as intimate with me as she wants to be. I study the streaks of hazel in her eyes and can’t resist the urge to lean forward to plant a kiss on the tip of her nose.
Blair affectionately wrinkles her nose at the contact, and we both return our attention to the movie. Soon however, I note she is moving against me. Her movements are sneaky and suggestive but the

effect on my libido is clear. “I thought you wanted to watch the movie,” I say to her.
She laughs under her breath, well aware of what she is up to. “I do,” she says. “But must that be all that we do?” She glances back once more to meet my gaze.
I see in it, exactly what she wants. She’s wearing a short leather skirt today, which I begin to undo the buttons of all while our gazes are still locked on the screen. Her zipper soon follows and then my hand gains full access to her silky folds. I slide in past her lace covered crotch and grip hard at her sex.
The small gasp that escapes her lips spurs me on. My hand, slightly damp with her arousal, slides in through her underwear. My fingers sink in between the lips of her sex and at the hard stroke of her engorged clit, her body slightly jerks.
I no longer have any interest in the movie, so I shut my eyes and rest my head against hers, solely focused on delivering the most sensational of releases to her.
One finger slides into her and then another, and my thrusting begins.
She can no longer remain quiet, her soft whimpers are encompassing me and drowning out the sound of the still playing movie. My thumb joins in the assault, stroking the bud of her desire in a gentle circular rhythm that soon has her writhing uncontrollably against me. My hands are completely soaked as they oscillate between thrusting hard and fast into her, and stimulating her clit to heighten the sensation.
“Grady,” she breathes and arches her hips with her eyes clenched shut and her hand gripping my thighs. “Oh God...” she continues to moan as she nears her climax.
I chase it down vehemently. She climaxes with a violent shudder that I feel just as powerfully against my body. Her release is coming in a heated, steady rush down her opening into my hand and I slick it all over her sex. I continue to stroke her gently to wring out every inch of pleasure still left within her and it’s an absolute delight to watch the heavy rise and fall of her chest gradually settle.
Blair turns to glance at me then with glazed eyes. Slanting her head, she captures my lips in a passionate kiss that leaves my head spinning so much that I don’t even realize my phone is ringing. When we part, I just stare at her until she nudges me slightly.
“Your phone,” she laughs.
I glance over at the coffee table, where it is. “Ignore it,” I say to her and yank her skirt down her legs. “It might be an emergency,” she reasons while giggling.
I struggle to get her underwear to follow next. For a second, that rings an alarm through me but I force myself to ignore it. A few minutes later, she’s astride me on the massive couch and riding me with a near crazed ferocity. The room was just a little while earlier cool enough for the both of us, but right now I can feel the dampness of our skin, wet with the perspiration generated from our uninhibited fucking.
Our chests are heaving and our breaths wheezing, her lips are whispering the naughtiest, lust crazed words to me. “Holy fuck, Grady... you're so fucking... nngh... this is so fucking good. Right there… right t-there… mmmm.”
I’ve never been much of a talker during sex and neither have I particularly favored it from my partners, but I have found that with Blair, her incoherent moans and cries of just how powerful the sexual torrent I’m stirring within her is, is one of my absolute favorite things in the world to listen to.
My hands dig into her soft, luscious ass as I lift her into hardened, vicious thrusts that rattle her entire frame.
A small scream sounds from her throat, and I capture her lips in mine to savor much more of her essence and passion. I curse as everything tightens and boils within me, nearing its desperate release and I feel the same restlessness within her. “Come Blair,” the harsh command sounds, as the ability to keep up my pace and hold back my release begins to diminish.
It is almost automatic. Her cry is thready, and filled with a beautiful anguish that expresses perfectly just how I feel. It seems as though everything in my body and life unravels, the storm of pleasure inside me exploding like fireworks.
She collapses onto me and it’s quite a while before either of us feel the need, or are even able to move.
“Is it just me,” I ask. “Or does every time with you just seem to get better?”