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The Queen’s Sex Tales: Lunch Break

Their food arrived, and they began eating. Sebastian kept his eyes low as he thought about her question and how to answer her. This whole situation was strange for him. He was always in control; nothing rattled him.

"I need to know what you think about us and our situation. How do you feel about it?" He asked.

Quick and to the point, Jasmine thought silently. He doesn't beat around the bush.

"Um, well, I don't know. What happened last night was amazing and beautiful, but it’s not something I do just because. I feel a tug, a pull, towards you that I can't really explain," she said, toying with her food. "There's a side to you that's strong and always in control, but the other side, the caring side I’ve only seen glimpses of, is the one that intrigues me and makes me want to know more about you.”

He looked at her, lust, and maybe more, shining in his eyes as they moved over her body.

"Jasmine, I'll be honest, things with you are different. I'm normally in control and calm, but that goes out the window when I see you. I want to grip the back of your neck and taste your lips while I caress your body.”

Jasmine swallowed hard. It turned her on knowing he thought of her like that. She pushed her thighs together as sheimagined that kiss, one she just knew would steal her breath and make her knees weak.

Sebastian continued, “You’re trying to fight it, but you can’t, can you? You want me, right here, right now. I can see your chest rising and falling rapidly, your nipples hard and aching through your shirt. You want my fingers to rub them and ease the pain; you want my tongue to pass over the hardened nubs, flicking them, making your sweet pussy nice and wet.”

Jasmine’s body was shaking. She was so full of want and need that she could barely hold her fork. Her eyes closed while he spoke, imagining him, his skillful tongue, and those glorious fingers. She could feel her panties getting soaked as her heartbeat sped up. If he kept talking, she’d come apart from his words alone, no touch needed. Sebastian could see that he was getting to her. 

"You want more than that though, don't you?”

Jasmine dropped her fork and held onto the tablecloth as his words ramped her up even further. Her voice trembled,faltering as she whispered, "Please."

His eyes locked on hers. He knew what she needed, because he needed it too. His cock was so hard that he feared it would bust out his pants any second. He signaled to the waiter for the check, told him to have the leftovers sent to the office, and stood up, taking Jasmine’s hand as they left the restaurant. He tried to think of where they could go, because the office wouldn't do and his apartment was too far away. 

Sebastian asked, “How close are we to your place?" 

Jasmine whispered, “Not close enough.”

Damn, he thought. Then an idea hit him. Something hehadn’t done in a long time, but would give them the time they needed to relieve the pressure he’d caused. He pulled her along, walking swiftly to the office. She opened her mouth to ask him what the hurry was as they entered the building, but didn’t get a chance as he spotted the elevator and headed that way. Hepressed the elevator button, willing it to move faster. It was his own fault. He may have been taunting her, but he’d tortured himself in the process, craving her body just as much as she craved his. 

Finally, the elevator door opened and they went inside. Sebastian pressed their floor, waited for it to move, and then pressed the emergency stop button.

​Jasmine looked at Sebastian as she leaned back against the wall. “Here?" She asked.

​She could feel the length of his erection against her hip as he pressed against her. Her mouth went dry, she couldn't think, and wetness ran down her thighs as she pressed them together. His effect on her was obvious. His hand slid under her skirt, eyes focused on hers as his fingers found her lace panties and pulled, ripping them from her body. The sound was like music to their ears, turning them on even more. 

Jasmine gasped and sighed when his fingers moved, sliding slowly into her pussy just like he promised at the restaurant. She gripped his shoulders as she moved, her body responding to him, clenching onto his fingers.

His lips found hers, the kiss heated and full of passion. Her need was so great that she had to bite her lip to keep fromscreaming. Her reactions were driving him crazy. He had to feel her on his shaft right now. He unzipped his pants, pushed her skirt up further, and moved between her thighs, lifting her and pressing her against the wall. He rubbed his cock against her pussy before sliding into her wet heat. The feeling of her wentstraight to his head.

"Yes," she moaned, loving the feeling of him inside her.

He began thrusting, hard and fast, their bodies’ demanding it. He could feel her cunt squeezing him, trying to keep his cock imprisoned within her silken walls. His hands dug into her hips, holding her to him while he pounded into her like a man possessed. Her voice grew louder. He loved hearing her cry out for him.

Then, finally, the wave crashed. She screamed, calling out his name as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her orgasm racked her body and took him with her. Their bodies were tightly connected as they let the pleasure roll through them, breathing hard.

"So amazing, you are so amazing," he whispered as he kissed her neck.

Her hands ran through his hair as they looked at each other. Her smile was bright. Jasmine had never been so happy and at peace. 

Then, suddenly, reality came in as someone called her name. Blinking, she looked around and realized she was still at the restaurant, Sebastian eying her expectantly. Damn, it was just a dream.