I Don’t Want to Keep My Hands Off of You

They had officially moved in together, the last of her belongings mingling with his own Sunday.

Thursday, she had suggested they drive to work together as they usually arrived around the same time anyway. He had no intentions of staying late, but before he knew it, it was midnight.

“Hey,” she peeked in, only when he waved her over. “Did you forget we were driving together?”

He paused in his work, closing his eyes at the one detail he forgot.

“A bit… I’ll be done soon. I promise.” She only smiled his way, not in the least bit worried.

He continued his work as she wandered the space, looking through his bookshelf, before plopping herself down in one of the many cushioned chairs that sat off to the side.

He stopped to watch her, drinking in her presence as she boredly looked around the room. His mind still hinged on the thought of losing her.

Closing his laptop, he set aside his work.

“Hey,” catching her attention, he crooked a finger at her. Inviting her to come closer.

She stood, but only came to the corner of his desk, questioning, “aren’t you supposed to be working?”

He didn’t respond but opened his arms wide, beckoning her once more. She laughed, finally accepting the invitation. They shared a few light kisses, but when he pushed for something deeper, she pulled away.

“It is past 12, you know.”

“A small break?” She laughed, fully aware he wouldn’t be finishing his work tonight.

Indulging him, she nipped at his chin while she relieved him of his jacket and threw it to the floor. Then, she unbuttoned his shirt, pushing away his undershirt, savoring each piece of flesh she exposed.

He sat back, letting her take the lead and enjoy her trail of kissed to his neck. She stopped to suckle a spot, taking her cues from his pleasurable sighs. His hands would grip her hips tightly then release suddenly, only to repeat the process.

Her lips traveled down to his chest, her hands having already touched the familiar territory. Teeth harsh. Tongue like a whip. Her hungry mouth found his nipple and lavished it until it became numb.

She continued her descent.

His pants and briefs were quick to go as her hands ghosted over him in an excited rush. Teasing him before the onslaught. He was sure she’d milk him dry still completely dressed.

She surprised him by pulling away. Ducking low, she licked his shaft the way one does a popsicle.

Then, she toed off her shoes and socks. Her pants slid down such edible legs. He was panting. When she bent over to take off the very last garment, he nearly has a heart attack at her show.

She came to sit on his lap, not yet letting him enter. Simply sliding over him. Teasing.

“What’s wrong, love?” She grinned at his speechlessness. Delighted in his breath hitching at her slightest movement. She brushed her lips against his, murmuring in delight, “cat got your tongue?”

Without warning, she thrusted against him, taking him in all the way. Her quick thrusts plus her earlier teasing sent him over the edge. He grabbed her hips and pounded her against him. His orgasm came in a rush. Fast. Hard. His head slammed back against his chair.

Faster than she realized, he leaned forward, nibbling down her neck to her breasts. His grip loosened and for a bit, she rode him until he finished.

“What’s that look for?” She raised a haughty a brow at him. He sat back, deep inside of her still.

“I hate that and you know it.” She only laughed, kissed his cheek, and laid her head contently on his shoulder.

“You’ll make it up to me later. That I’m sure of. Besides, it's okay to come first. I like pushing you to the edge.” He lifted her up, placing her on his desk with legs spread wide.

“Later? Why not now?” Nipping at her lips, he made her smile.

“We’re having pasta tonight.” He had almost forgotten their dinner plans as well. She’d be hungry by the time they got home at the rate they were going at… It was enough to make him pause.

“I think I’ll take dessert first.” He knelt down, kissing her thighs.

“Well, I guess you can have dessert now… in the car… the kitchen… living room…” She sighed as he kissed his way to her core, fingers tangling in his hair. “You can take it to the bedroom too.” He didn’t respond to her suggestions as his tongue was already in use.

A gunshot sounded, stopping their play short. In an instant, he was on his feet, tossing her clothes to her as he dressed. She had just straightened herself when security came knocking.

“I need to lock up the labs.” One guard followed her out, keeping her away from the main fight.

He grabbed his suitcase, packing away his laptop and a few important files.

They reunited in the garage, ushered into a black Corrolla. Without question, he handed over his laptop in the car for her to activate their extra security measure. He had the building cleared as she worked.

“How many?”

“Only a few of our injured and the building has been cleared. We don’t know who else remains inside, but we are out, sir.” His driver spoke up, relaying the information brought to him by his earpiece.

“Done.” She slammed shut his laptop and returned it.

“What exactly will happen?”

“A flesh-eating toxin. Its output is low and so long as they aren’t exposed consistently for a five hour period of time, they should treatable. I don’t know the probability of permanent damage. We’ll have to take a few days to clear it.”

He placed an arm around her shoulder and gazed out the window.

“I think I might actually miss my plant.” Not finding him funny, she popped him upside the head.

Back home, as they got ready for bed, she slapped his ass as she passed. He paused but ultimately didn’t stop brushing his teeth. Her attitude did not go unnoticed.

She kissed him as he rolled into bed next to her. Not the usual sweet, good-night type of kiss either.

“What’s going on?” He pushed her away.

“Nothing.” She only pulled herself closer.

He stopped her kiss with his hand, bemused, but worried.

“I’m not an idiot. You’re never frisky after something so stressful like that. Half the time you barely get a good rest. What’s going on?”

Defeated, she pulled away. Almost dejected like.

“I don’t want to waste a single moment.” She brushed a hand through his hair, eventually letting it rest on his cheek.

“You make it sound as if the end is near.” The way her eyes closed, he could see the deep pain welling in her heart.

“I’m scared.” At her confession, he pulled her in close.

What could he say to that?

“Remember how we said we’d talk these things out? Not push blame or lie or hide them away.” She nodded. “Well, tell me these things, because I’ve always got you.” It was the best he could do for now. “There has never been a moment wasted between us. Every second is a treasure to me.”

She didn’t say anything but release a shaky breath. The attack tonight had only added fuel to her ever-growing fear, but being with him alleviated some of that.

Tonight, he remained safe and sound beside her.