After All - Part Forty

Chapter Forty

A/N So after thirty nine chapters of foreplay, this chapter sees some adult content! Much awaited by most.  Hope you enjoy. MZ 

Mattie felt her mouth become dry, her stomach lurched and her heart pounded uncontrollably in her ears.

                “Hi.” She offered. But her voice was a croak.

Dylan gave a grunt then stepped purposefully towards her, eyes searchingly studying her, “you look good.”

She gulped unable to formulate an answer as she watched him get closer.

                “You’ve been in a meeting?”

She nodded, neutral subjects were good, “got some investment I think...”

Giving a slight tilt of the head, he smiled, “that sounds good. Very useful I er...”

Instead of finishing the sentence he grabbed her, reaching for her his fingers sliding over her jaw, her neck, then tugged her into him, she gulped again, barely able to focus on anything but the touch of this man’s hands.         

                “But...”

She tried to protest, but the words were silenced by him shaking his head, “no words...we’ve talked enough.”

He watched her intently until she nodded, then he exhaled slowly.

Mattie thought her heart would stop the second his lips touched hers, it wasn’t that they hadn’t kissed, they’d done a fair bit of that...but now...this was so much more.

There was a hunger in Dylan that stunned her, but not as much as her own ravenous response to him, as her bit, pushed and plundered her, she gave back as much as he. Within moments he had reached for the rear zip of her dress as his mouth nibbled to the soft curve of her neck. As he tugged at the zip, Mattie realised she wanted this as much as he did, she forced his jacket over his shoulders, then sighed with relief as he shrugged it off his arms, falling to his feet, then she grabbed his tie loosening it deftly, tossing it to the floor too, at the same time reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

Skin that was what she wanted under her hands, and it didn’t disappoint, the warm, smooth flesh was exotic, and erotic, but not as distracting as his lips that were following his fingers over the contour of her shoulders as he tugged the dress down over her shoulders. Once her arms were free, she reached for his head, running her fingers through his hair, snatching at handfuls, bringing his lips back to hers. He had someone come to perch on the edge of the desk, and one of his thighs was snugly between her slightly parted ones, but it meant that his lips were at her level, and his bare chest was against her own naked flesh. As his hands slimmed over her shoulders, her spine, towards her buttocks, she found herself wriggling over the firmness of his leg, writhing against him as she groaned against his lips.

Chuckling, he wrapped his arms tightly around her and crushing her breasts against his firm chest, his ravenous mouth was everywhere and Mattie could barely regain her breath and he was once again claiming her lips, stealing the words from her mouth, devouring her with a passion that seemed so much more evident than the young man she remembered. He was overwhelming, and her response to him was so total, but unlike their previous kisses, she didn’t want to hold back, instead her hands reciprocated, clawing at his shoulders, grabbing at his hair, clinging to him like her life depended on it.

Amidst the furious kissing, the almost aggressive battle warring between their mouths, Mattie felt Dylan’s hands move to her things, lifting her skirt, fingers skimming over her stockings as he revealed inch upon inch of her, as he encountered the lace tops of the hold ups he moaned against her lips.

                “What the hell are you doing to me?”

She dropped her head back as she sighed in pleasure, and that gave him access to her throat, the long elegant column that felt perfectly created to explore with his tongue and lips.

Her bra catch unpopping caught her by surprise, his lips had distracted from his hands that were no longer caressing her buttocks, instead they were sliding the straps off her bra off her shoulders. He tossed the garment over his shoulder, uncaring where it landed, and whilst he wanted to study her, take in the voluptuous breasts, the dark tips that were already hard against his fingers, he was desperate to taste her, and that won out.

Mattie groaned, writhing, forcing herself harder against his mouth, loving the sensation of his teasing tongue travelling with purpose between her breasts, as she rode his thigh with wanton abandon, grinding into the firm muscles desperately trying to feed the hunger in her body.

Dylan gasped, as her hand reached for his groin, finding him hard and ready against his thigh, her fingers tantalizingly teasing him. Then her other hand appeared and she ripped open his trousers, pulling him free, moaning as she ran her fingers over the length of him.

Lifting his head from the continued pleasure of her breasts, he smiled at her, face tipped back, eyes half closed, breathing in the moment. This is what he’d waited six years for, to have her here, like this, only it was so much more then he imagined, more than he even remembered.

Sliding his hands down, he pulled her into him again, nibbling at her jaw as his hands returned to her buttocks, enjoying the feel of her silky skin, so pliable beneath his fingers, curvaceous and barely covered by scanty lace knickers. In two strides he had reached her large office chair and sat down, pulling her astride his legs. Her dress was bunched around her waist, his trousers were dragged open, his shirt still tucked in the back of them, but he didn’t care about the value of those items, instead he slid a hand between them, teasing, exploring, and the fact that he could slide around with ease made him groan.

Fortunately at the very last minute he remembered a condom, and Mattie grabbed it from him and slid it on for him.

                “I wanted this to be special,” he hissed as she wrapped herself around him, “but I can’t wait.”

With a knowing smile she gave a nod, “I know...” This encounter had been building for months, she could no easier pull back than he could, this had to happen.

Slipping around the scant barrier of her lacy knickers, he managed to thrust into her, and that same frantic out-of-control frenzy returned as they clawed at each other, gasping, sighing, creeping higher and higher until Mattie saw stars, she was sure, as she gasped, her eyes closed tightly, she could feel him shudder, hear the shout of release that he tried to hide against her shoulder and failed, and it all enhanced the moment, the mood.

Mattie stayed there for a long moment, her head resting against Dylan’s shoulder, his arms around her, still joined.

                “Wow. We haven’t done that in a long time,” he breathed against her ear.

She chuckled, watching the goose bumps erupt on his skin in the wake of her breath, “six years...”

He lifted her chin, rested her forehead against his, eyes joined as their bodies were, “no, it has NEVER been like that.”

She gave a shy giggle, it helped to know that he was as stunned by the furiousness of what had happened, and as affected as she was. She wondered if her legs would work again, or her brain...or her heart.

                Knock-knock...knock-knock.

A rapid pounding on the locked door made them both freeze.

                “Shit!” suddenly Mattie was embarrassed, there she was sat astride him, naked bar her quite probably ruined dress, she was at work, if she moved he’d see her, without the haze of the moment of passion...and she couldn’t see her bra.

When she looked at him, she could see that same level of fear, anxiety that she knew were echoed in her own eyes.

                “It’s ok.” He lifted her off him, dropping his head to deal with his own business, whilst giving her a moment.

                “Who is it?” She called out, sliding her arms back into her dress.

Sarah’s voice called out, “me. I need you to sign this invoice before I leave.”

Dylan had slid his hands into his shirt and refastened his trousers when he spotted her making for the door, rushing over he pulled the zip up to her neck, then planted a kiss above the top of it at the base of her neck, “I’ll hide in your shower room. Get rid of her, ok?”

She nodded, not able to turn around.

                “You locked the door?”

Mattie nodded awkwardly, “I was about to take a shower, didn’t want anyone bursting in on me.”

Sarah gave a smile, then handed her the invoice, as Mattie signed it, she murmured, “what’s that?”

Mattie’s eyes followed Sarah's as she reached for something under the desk, then she grimaced when she realised it was her bra.

                “Throwing these around the room?” She asked with a wink.

Mattie tried to fight a telling blush, “dropped my laundry earlier, lucky you spotted that, it’s my favourite one.”

Handing her the papers she snatched at the bra, then directed her friend towards the door. She looked a little sceptical as she was ushered out, but Mattie claimed fatigue and the desire for an early night.

As she collapsed against the closed door, Mattie heard noise behind her, and turned to see Dylan stood there, hands on hips looking more dishevelled than she’d ever seen him. And it made her laugh.

                “It’s my favourite too,” he added running his thumb over the dark fabric in her hand, then grinned, “I've never felt more like a horny teenager than I do now!"

She nodded, “like the time my father caught you sneaking out of my room that Christmas.” Her parents were traditional, they didn’t approve of them sharing a bedroom on the times they visited until they married, the particular episode she was recalling was when they’d just started dating. Her father had been furious. But they as young lovers had been desperate to spend every moment together.

Dylan took the bra from her hand and dangled it in front of her, “what happened to this then?”

Mattie blushed, hating that she was so self conscious in front of a man she’d made love to more times than she could count, but it was all strange, all new.

He reached for her dress and lowered the zip, when her eyes widened he grinned, “you can tell you’re not wearing this.”

She looked down and saw that he was right, her still hard nipples were denting the fabric of her dress, “shit, I just spoke to Sarah like this.”

He lowered the sleeves of her dress and positioned the lace cups in place, then turned her to fasten both the bra, and then the zip of the dress. Reaching for his phone he made a quick call then smiled at her, “car approaching the staff door as we speak.”

                “Where are you going?”

He smiled, “WE” he confirmed, “are going to the apartment.” She wasn’t sure she liked that he didn’t refer to it as his; after all she was just a freeloading lodger. “That...” he nodded in the direction of her chair, “was...words fail me, spectacular? But I want time, I want to talk...I told you last week, I want it all...and so do you.”

He watched the hesitation run over her face before she gave a small nod, that was exactly what he needed, her consent, the knowledge that she wasn’t regretting what had happened. With a grin, he took her hand and led them out of the office, glad of the rear exit to the building in their dishevelled state.