Pauline Orr - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18

“Did I pull you from a previous engagement?” he asked looking at her long freshly shaven legs. She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.

“I don’t think that matters anymore, Jameson, or does it?” she paused and waited to hear his answer.

“May I ask who it was?” Harry asked with a smile.

“Why do you want to know so badly?” Camilla said, still holding her gaze.

“I saw you with that FBI dude the other guy. I could never really get his name. Flynn? Blaine?”

She shook her head irritated. “Sloane.”

“Sloane. That’s the name,” he said snapping his fingers. She uncrossed her arms and stood up.

“Detective Jameson, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” she said standing up.

“I don’t think you need to go just yet,” he said standing up. She turned around angrily and looked at him again.

“Why, Jameson. What do you want? What the fuck do you fucking want?” she asked angrily. He said a silent prayer thanking God no one was in the office. “Cat got your tongue Jameson?” He looked at her still quiet. He wanted to say so much but he couldn't. For some reason, this one woman always seemed to have this effect on him.

“For once in your life Harold Jameson, be a man and tell me why you called me here. If not, I will walk out and so God help me if I ever answer your call again,” she said, one hand on the door handle. Harry walked around the table and quickly made his way to where she was and kissed her.

She pulled away and looked at him in surprise before slapping him hard across the face. She lifted her hand to slap him again but he held her hand above her head. She raised her other one but he held this one as well. She looked at him in surprise as he stood in front of her pinning her against the door. “I told you to say it,” she hissed.

“If I have to tell you now then you are not as bright as I thought Dr. Van Hauser,” he said looking at her. She jerked and tried to free her hand but he was too strong for her. He brought his face down and kissed her again. He was not surprised when she kissed him back; after all, it was only a matter of time till she let her pride go.

As they stood there kissing, their mouths violently crashing against each other, she felt her knees go weak. Here was someone who had literally given her hell just because he was not confident enough to let her know how he felt and he had the audacity to call her from her date. A promising date at that. Now here she was, at the mercy of Harold Cory Jameson, a man she had desired for so long.

She closed her eyes as she kissed him, feeling every part of his mouth. She ran her tongue along the insides of his cheeks making him shiver. He slowly pulled away and looked at her. “Dr. Van Hauser, where did you learn that?” he asked in a whisper. She smiled.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Camilla said. “Now if you would release my arms,” she said looking into his eyes.

“But I live in constant fear of being smacked if I do that,” he said with a smile. “And with your arms up there, I get to do this,” he added as he lowered his head to kiss her neck. He ran his tongue along the smooth skin of her neck and then worked his way back to her lips. She moaned out softly as he kissed her gently.

Without knowing it, his grip on her wrists was loosening slowly by the minute. By the time he knew what was going on, her hands were on his shoulders and he had his arms around her, holding her tightly. He pulled away from her lips again. This time, she was panting with desire, her panties wet with longing.

She wondered what he was going to do next. She wanted so much to pull his shirt apart but she had done her part of the chase. It was now his turn to chase her. “I have wanted to do that for three years,” he said in a whisper. She smiled.

“Three years and that is all you wanted to do?” she asked.

He felt his cock get a little stiffer when she said that. Was that ‘take me now’ in Van Hauser land? He smiled and raised his hand. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“What do you mean, Dr. Van Hauser? I’m afraid you’ve lost me.”

Camilla rolled her eyes. These English men and their words. She reached down and gently grabbed his hard cock.

“What do you think I mean, detective Jameson?” she asked looking into his eyes. He needed no second bidding. He took her in his arms and carried her to the desk. With one sweep, he got everything off the table and again he thanked his lucky stars for the late hour. He placed her on the desk and began to quickly undo his pants.

She looked down and immediately realized that she had underestimated him. His cock was hard, raging veins showing how much he wanted her. His hand dropped and slipped under her dress, slowly pushing it up as he went on.

He looked into her eyes as he pushed her panties aside and tested her wetness with one long finger. She gasped and held her breath as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her, loving the way she felt, velvety and drenched. He could feel her curls brushing against his finger as he fingered her, still looking at her. Camilla closed her eyes as he withdrew his finger and entered her again using two long fingers.

She moaned a little as she felt his fingers spreading her. He kissed her lips as he worked her way in and out of her, gradually increasing his pace. She went from soft gasps to slow moans.

“Harry, please… now… please,” she begged. He withdrew his fingers and lifted them to her lips. She parted her lips and slowly licked her own juices off his fingers. He smiled as she savored her salty taste.

“Are you ready for me, Dr. Van Hauser?” he asked looking into her eyes as she seductively licked her lips. She barely had any time to answer him before he began working his cock into her. Her walls tensed up as his girth invaded her.

She closed her eyes as he buried himself inside her. He went in balls deep and waited for her to open her eyes. He bucked his lips and slowly thrust into her making her moan. He held on to her waist as he fucked her, his pace steady. She was now breathing hard and shaking.

He could tell that she had not had some loving in a while. He let one hand slip around her back while he used his other one to pull her zipper down. He was not surprised to find that she was not wearing any bra. She did have a great pair of tits, full and firm. She definitely did not need any help holding them up.

She arched her back as he cupped one breast and squeezed it gently. His thrusts got more persistent as he rocked her, fucking her long and hard, each stroke longer and harder than the last. Her moans got louder and louder as he thrust into her harder, each time making his balls slam hard against her wetness.

She suddenly screamed out loud as she felt herself giving into her passion. Her walls quaked wildly as her orgasm took over. He suddenly began going into her faster, as if he was not already going fast enough. She screamed out as she felt his cock pulsating inside her.

“Oh God, Camilla!” he cried out as she wrapped her arms around him, holding on to him as if she never wanted to let go. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to that,” he said as he breathed heavily. She smiled.

“Three years?” she asked. He laughed.

“Actually two and a half,” he said. The first six months were a bit uncertain,” he added as he felt his cock slipping out of her pussy. She moaned a little as his cock slipped out. Though it was no longer rigid, he still had a thickness that made her let out a whimper.

“You are actually exactly what I expected what you would be,” she said. He smiled and held her close, feeling a weakness in his knees. If she thought this was a performance, he could not wait to go all out and show her exactly what he was made of.