Working Her Over on Her Working Weekend

A relaxing weekend away was exactly what we needed

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Click-clacking of her keyboard grated on my nerves. We’d planned this weekend away for months and she sat there working the entire drive to the coast. Five hours of her typing, muttering, and working.

Nothing ever goes as planned. I slapped the steering wheel in frustration. Goddammit, I’m gonna throw that damn thing in the ocean!

“I know this isn’t ideal, hon. But I have to finish it by Monday.” Her warm hand on my thigh soothed me a little. “This unexpected promotion will allow us more weekends like this.”

“Just not this weekend. I get it.” My grumbles drifted off into a strained silence. It wasn’t what I wanted from our time away. I wanted her. It’s always been her, from the moment I laid eyes on her.

Sound of rubber on asphalt. Clicking of her keyboard. Quiet hum of her sorting through her thoughts. Turn of the radio knob and the smooth voice of Garth filled through the car. I hummed along to The River, anger and annoyance falling away as the notes played on.

Turn signal flashing, I exited the highway and followed the signs to our beachside resort. Windows open, sunroof slid back, the salty ocean air invigorated me.

“Hey sweetheart, we’re here.” She didn’t look up. Her low grunt the only sign she heard me at all. “Isn’t that view gorgeous?”

At the top of a hill, the resort laid out before us. Blue and calm, the Gulf spread out as far as my eye could see. The Beast, the electric blue 1970 Dodge Charger we’d restored, coasted down the hill, coming to rest in a parking spot by the front door.

“I’ll go check us in, sweetheart.” I leaned over to press a kiss to her temple, inhaling her sexy cinnamon and vanilla scent.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll be right there.” Eyes glued to the screen, she patted my cheek, gasping as the next idea hit her.

I shook my head, knowing I’d be back to collect her and the luggage in a few minutes.

An hour later, settled into our enormous suite with a gorgeous Gulf view, we ordered drinks and retired to our balcony overlooking the pool and beach.

I set our cocktails, my Painkiller and her Blue Hawaii, down on the table and reached for her hand. Thumb rubbing her knuckles, I painted a kiss across them and smiled into the face I adored.

Her eyes lit up as her computer notified her of an email.

“Oh, she’s done! I hope she liked it.” Her squeal of delight as she pulled her hand away and her laptop open put a grimace on my face. She clapped her hands and bit her lip, sipping her cocktail and making the revisions to her work.

I knew how much her career meant to her. She’d just graduated from copywriter to staff writer for Paramount Pictures. Writing fed her soul.

There was no way I would diminish it, but I also wouldn’t waste our weekend getaway watching the clock tick by.

Not with her sat there, feet up on the railing, my t-shirt riding up and her pink lace panties peeking out at me. I couldn’t stop staring at her.

I’m so lucky the prettiest woman in the world loves me.

She looked up and smiled, shifting her position to put her foot on my knee while she worked. I moved my hips and pulled her foot closer, massaging each toe and moving down the sole to rub her heel.

A deep, soul-cleansing sigh escaped her. My cock twitched. Her little noises hit me in all the feels. Her deep green eyes widened as a thought came to her. She reached for her laptop again.

Not yet, my love. I dug my fingers in and she groaned, setting her now closed laptop onto the table beside her chair.

My hands slid up her leg, circled her knee, then back to her ankle. Softly tickling her back up to her mid-thigh, and down to her ankle. Once more, and my fingertips brushed her damp panties. We both gasped.

I dropped to my knees in front of her chair, hands under the shirt, kneading her delectable breasts.

She moaned and lifted her ass as I hooked my fingers under the waistband and pulled those panties off her feet. I held them to my nose, breathing her in with a growl. The wind caught them when I threw them over my shoulder, sending them sailing over the railing and down to the grass two stories below.

“Fuck, I liked those panties.” She giggled as I kissed her inner thighs, nose brushing against her mound, her sexy musk tearing another hungry growl of approval out of me.

I cupped her ass, pulling her to the edge of her seat, taking her entire pussy in my mouth. Tongue flicked around, licking and drinking up every drop of sweet nectar she gave me.

One finger slipped into her channel, her hips rocking into my hand and mouth. Her head fell back. Chest heaved. Long, low keening moan echoed around the small balcony. Heads turned in our direction.

I only had eyes for her.

My tongue stabbed and lapped at her clit. A second finger joined the first, curled around to hit the special spot that sends her over the edge. Her orgasm struck like a cobra at its prey. She came hard. Fast. Her thighs tightened around my ears as her cries of ecstasy made my cock thicken in my shorts.

Panting, she pulled my hair, yanking my head up so she could taste herself on my lips. Tongues tangling, our kiss deepened as our arms wrapped around each other, needing to be closer than two could get.

I pressed my erection into her. Her hands squeezed my ass. She reached up, craving my lips, then kissed her way along my jaw and down my neck. She lifted my t-shirt. I pulled it off my head. Her kisses continued down my chest, the bulge in my shorts hot and reaching for her.

“Oh hell, lover,” she cupped my twitching cock, “is this for me?”

“Mhmm, sure is, darlin. Nothing but the best for my sweetheart.” I leaned down and crashed our lips together. She shook her head with a grin and jerked my shorts down, exposing the steel rod I’d been hiding.

“Fuck, yes.” She hissed into my cockshead, kissing the tip before opening her lips wide and sliding my shaft into her mouth.

Hands on the back of her chair, her work forgotten, I savoured the feel of her hot mouth. Her lips licked and teased my shaft as she worked me over. Aggressive. Forceful. Sexy as fuck. She showed me why I cherished her and chose her again and again.

Didn’t matter what happened, it would always be her.

She fondled my balls, rolling them between her fingers. A little squeeze each time she sucked me to the back of her throat. I loved the feel of her sucking on me. Dreamt about it. Thought about it daily.

But I needed more.

Hand on her head, I guided her off my cock and stood her up, relishing my tang as I kissed her before spinning her around. She braced herself on the railing as I lined myself up and thrust into her hot, wet centre.

“Oh, fuck.” It didn’t matter how long we’d been together. Her pussy claimed me the moment I slipped between her lips. Every time. Her channel wrapped itself around me like a hundred little hands, stroking and teasing me until I growled my pleasure and shot my seed deep into her cunt.

Knuckles white on the railing, she pushed back into me and my cock sank deeper into the sweetest heaven on earth. Hands on her ass slid up her back, along her sides, and around to cup her tits. Fingers rubbed and twisted her nipples. My cock trembled inside her as she dropped her head down, a hum of pleasure rumbling through her.

“Looks like we’ve got an audience, sweetheart.” I kissed her neck, nodding at the people watching us from neighbouring balconies. Down by the pool, hands shading their eyes, people pointed up at us.

“Good. Maybe they’ll learn a thing or two about how to treat their women.” Her breath hitched. She reached her hand down, glossy peach fingernails circling her clit as I quickened my pace.

Beads of sweat dripped from my brow. My hips snapped against her ass. Our flesh slapped together.

“Stop.” She bit her lip and pushed me away. Confusion turned to disbelief, then to pure lust and amazement. My cock hardened as she dropped to her knees again.

Her hands wrapped around my shaft, pumping my cock. Thumb stroking that sweet spot under the head, she licked the tip and sucked me to the back of her throat. Cheeks hollowed, she sucked me hard, tongue flicking out to lick my shaft.

“Unnhh! Fuck, sweetheart.” Fingers feathered into her hair. I held her still and pumped myself into her mouth. “Holy shit, you’re driving me insane. I’m… fuck… fuck.” Words escaped me as I raced to the finish line.

I looked down at my gorgeous lover and grinned. She buried her hand in her pussy again. Two fingers finger-banged her cunt, then rubbed her clit.

My orgasm barrelled towards me. An overwhelming need to claim her, to mark her as mine, overtook me.

With one long moan, I pulled my cock from her lips and fisted her hair. “I fucking love you.” I slammed my dick back into her mouth, a loud, guttural roar tearing out of me.

And my amazing, beautiful woman drank down every single drop I poured down her throat. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth. Stood and threw her arms around me. Pressed her lips to mine. Gentle and sweet, then demanding and hungry.

My masculine musk, a mix of sandalwood and sage, skated over my tongue. It mixed with her cinnamon and vanilla flavour in my beard.

“Should I order us up a couple more drinks, sweetheart?” I picked her up in my arms. She waved and threw kisses off the balcony to a chorus of catcalls, wolf whistles and someone telling me to Give it to her. I kissed her and headed back into our room for round two.

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