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Reiner walks timidly behind your assistant into your office. His fingers twiddle together as he looks at you. You haven’t met his gaze yet, instead focusing on the computer before you. You easily balance your office phone between your ear and shoulder as you quickly type away on your keyboard. Each click of the keys pound in Reiner’s ears. Maybe he shouldn’t have come. You look so busy... But he’s been missing you so much. It feels like it’s been months since he actually spent time with you, since he got to make love to you.
Reiner thanks your assistant before she shuts the door behind her. He forces his hands to calm, rubbing them against his jeans to wipe away the sweat. Then down his light blue button up shirt in an attempt to smooth it down. He spares a quick glance down at the shirt. It’s one you bought for him not long ago that was a size too small.
You had accidently bought it at a luxury store, and were so upset that you had ruined the gift. Reiner smiles at the memory of your worried face apologizing for not paying attention and promising to get him a new one. Reiner had covered your face in kisses and assured you he was just grateful that you wanted to surprise him on a random Tuesday.
He nervously runs his hand against his pecs once more, fiddling with the button that is straining to stay in place.
“Reiner,” You smile warmly at him as you finally get out of your chair and wrap him in your arms. He melts into the embrace and places a longing kiss to the top of your head. “What brings you here?” You ask as you pull away and walk back to your seat. Reiner follows a few steps behind.
“Sit down, honey.” You say as you motion to the two chairs on the opposite side of your desk.
Reiner spares a quick glance at the leather armchairs, but continues to stand closer to you.
“Have you eaten yet?” You question, your hand beginning to reach for your phone. “I can have some sushi here in 10 minutes.”
“No,” Reiner’s voice raises the smallest bit as his hand covers the one you had grabbed the phone with. You give him a questioning look. “Sorry,” he sighs as his hand moves to the edge of your desk “I, I just wanted to see you. You’ve been working late so much lately, I was afraid I’d forget what you look like.”
You pout slightly at his words. “I’m sorry, honey. I know it’s been hard. Just a few more weeks and I’ll be done with this project. Then things will go back to normal.” You try to give him a reassuring look.
Reiner’s eyes move from you to your desk, the hand that had been resting there moves slightly and inconspicuously pushes one of your pens off the side. “Sorry.”
You watch as Reiner bends down in front of you, his glorious ass filling out his jeans deliciously. He shifts his weight slightly from one foot to the other, accentuating its roundness. He stays bent for a few seconds longer than what was needed to actually pick up the pen. Your fingers twitch with the need to grab it, but you restrain yourself.
You clear your throat and avert your gaze from him. Your legs rub together as you feel a new need beginning to burn inside you. “Honey, I still have a lot of work to do.”
Reiner hesitates as he turns to face you. He places the pen back on your desk. It didn’t work??
Fine. He’ll just have to pull out the “Big Guns”, your only weakness. His magnificent pecs.
With a practiced flex, he stretches his arms above his head, giving you a glimpse of his midriff as the tight shirt strains against his muscles. You catch sight of the dark blonde patch of hair that trails further down.
Reiner swings and then drops his arms before reconnecting his hands behind his back. The position stretches his upper body, showing the perfect curves of his chest. You can see the small buds perking through the thin shirt.
He flexes his arms to the sides and your eyes dart to the veins in his forearms as his rolled up sleeves creep even further up. His pecs strain against the fabric of his shirt, and with one more small move, the top two buttons burst, exposing his firm muscles.
“Oops.” Reiner smirks as he folds his arms across his chest, pushing his pecs closer together. The action makes them look even bigger and gives them a more rounded look. His tanned skin peaks through the shirt, and it looks so tempting against the light blue fabric.
Your tongue darts out, licking your bottom lip as you take in the sight. He was going to be the death of you.
Your previous determination to keep working falters and your mind is filled with all the wonderful sounds Reiner makes when you play with him.
You smirk as you place both hands on your desk, helping push you up. Reiner watches questioningly as you walk away, but then he hears the distinct sound of the door’s lock.
Your hips sway as you move back and sit in your chair. Your fingers trace along the zipper of Reiner’s jeans and you feel him start to stiffen under your touch. You grasp a belt loop with each of your pointer fingers. Reiner easily moves as you pull him before you and force him to sit on the edge of your desk.
Your seductive gaze already commands him as he opens his legs up so you can sit between them. Your hands find his knees and they slowly glide up his thighs to his hips. You play along the hem of his jeans briefly, loving the feeling of the blonde hair you find in the middle. Your hands move further up, tracing the lines of his abs beneath, before your fingers catch in his tight shirt.
“Off.”
Reiner makes quick work of the remaining buttons and struggles to get the tight fabric down his biceps. You smile at his eagerness. It really has been such a long time since you got to touch him.
Your fingers, now having free range, finally run up to his glorious pecs. You cup each one in your hands and give them a gentle squeeze. A breath of air leaves Reiner’s lips, but it instantly becomes a whine when you grab him more harshly. Your thumbs graze along his peaked buds and all you can think about is licking them.
Reiner’s hungry gaze stays on you as you lean forward. Your tongue darts out, taking turns with your fingers, as you worship every part of his nipples. You kiss up his chest as your fingers run to the back of his neck. He cries out when your hand pulls his hair, forcing his face in the direction you want.
Your lips meet his in a desperate and passionate kiss. Reiner gasps into the kiss as your other hand continues to flick and pinch one of his hardened peaks. You can feel his lower half shifting. His erection is now prominent as he desperately tries to get some kind of friction against you.
Your lips trail down to his neck, leaving small bites and bruises as you press your own breasts against him. You lick the shell of his ear then hum into it. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Reiner. Coming to my office and disturbing me; all while wearing that tight little shirt like a fucking slut.”
One of your hands moves to his hardness and you begin to rub him through his pants. He mewls as you bite harshly on the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.
“It’s my own fault I suppose. I spoil you so much, buy you everything you want. Turned you into a spoiled brat and then left you without this pussy for weeks.” You press your hand even harsher against his jeans and Reiner’s hips buck into the touch. “Spoiled boys need to be punished though.”
Reiner sobs as your hands withdraw from him. His own move to catch and pull you back to him, but the stern look in your eyes has them falling to his sides. “Turn around and bend over, big boy.” He lightly stumbles as he turns himself on your desk, his voluptuous ass once again presented before you.
The rough material of his jeans was probably going to cause more of a problem for you then him, but at this point, you couldn’t be bothered with that. You needed to feel him squirming under your touch.
“I think 5 should be a good start. Don’t you agree?” Reiner can only nod in response, his breath already coming out heavy and unsteady.
“Be a good boy and count them out loud, or else we’ll have to start over.”
You rub one cheek with great care before withdrawing and smacking your hand fast against him. Reiner lets out a high yelp, but quickly stutters out, “O-one.”
You pinch a small bit of his ass before bringing your hand back down. Reiner whines against the desk, his fingers scrunching up some of the papers on your desk. “Two.”
Your hand moves swiftly, hitting him twice more. “Three, four.” You can feel your own dampness as you watch him squirm against your desk. His movements and hands push almost everything off your desk. If he didn’t look so fucking sexy right now, you might have added a few more spanks.
His hips jut against your desk as he grinds his cock into it. So eager for you, you smirk. With a final movement, your hand smacks so perfectly against him, you are sure there will be a red mark.
With a shaky hiss, Reiner says “F-five.” Your fingers trace along the curves of his cheeks, before finally squeezing the spot where his thighs meet it. Reiner flexes under your touch and he shifts so he can meet your gaze over his shoulder. “I, I want you to touch me.”
“Hmm,” you begin as you stand up. You grasp his shoulders and direct him up to sit in front of you once more. “Touch you where?” You stand to press your body fully against him, feeling every dip and curve of his body.
He whimpers as he pushes his hardness against you. His hands move to your hips to hold you right there.
“Use your words, Reiner.” Your hand wanders up his back, “Here?” You continue your exploration, finger now scraping up his chest. You lightly pull on one of his nipples. “Here?” Your lips are barely a whisper against his jaw as you place a delicate kiss on his cheek. “Here?”
Reiner continues to mewl, his body shivering under your every touch. When he still can’t form a reply, you move away, your hips no longer providing the friction he’s so desperately craving.
“H-here” he rasps out, his hand moving to his cock. He rubs it through the thick material as his lidded eyes look at you.
“Good boy.” you praise, your own hand replacing his. You move to the top of his jeans, undoing its button. His zipper practically unzips itself as his cock strains against the fabric. You can see the small dribble of pre that’s smeared against his blue underwear. You grab his wrist, pulling him to stand. In a quick move you have his pants and underwear off.
“Fuck” you husk, staring down at his impossibly hard length. It’s so heavy under its own weight that it stands out proudly, the swollen tip just begging to be touched.
Your friends don’t believe you when you tell them how big Reiner is. They think you are just hyping up your man, but the truth is, he really is just that big. So thick it stretches you out no matter how many times you’ve had sex. So long it reaches places inside of you you never even thought possible.
You want to take him down your throat so badly, but this is a punishment. You’ll make time for that another day.
Your hand moves back to his wrist as you force him to walk forward. You move behind him and with a few more steps, you have him pressed against the cool, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. You keep a hand firmly on his back as you spit in the other’s palm. With your slickened hand, you reach out in front of him, grasping his length.
Reiner bites his lips in an attempt to keep his moans quieted, but it’s useless. Within a few of your strokes, he’s bucking into your hand and desperate pleas are pulled from him. Your expert fingers run up and down his length, twisting slightly at the crown. You grasp him with the amount of pressure you know drives him absolutely wild, and then pump him.
Over and over your hand moves before Reiner cries out. “S-stop. Someone could see me.”
“You come all the way to my office so I can fuck you dumb, like the slutty boy you are. And now you’re worried about someone seeing you?” You tisk at him. You push the spot between his shoulder blades, forcing his perfect pecs to push even further against the glass. You feel the small shiver of his body as the cool glass chills his skin. You can see his heavy breath fogging up the glass.
Reiner chokes out a cry at your words, but his hips buck forward as you continue to work him from behind, stroking his length faster. The second you feel his cock twitch as a sign of his approaching orgasm, you stop.
Your hands withdraw to each side of his hips that still lightly jut forward as he whines. “P-please. I was so close.”
You stand on your tips toes, just barely reaching his shoulder, “You really are a naughty boy.” You laugh as he turns to face you, face red and tears welling in his eyes. “Lay down,” you point to your desk. “Now.”
Reiner is quick to obey, moving to sit on the edge of your desk and then laying back lengthways on it. Good thing he practically knocked everything over already, you laugh to yourself.
You strip your blouse first, slowly exposing inch by inch of your skin. Your fingers put on a show as you run them over your covered breasts and dip them into the top of your skirt.You glide the pencil skirt easily over your stockings, and then make a show of sliding your hand back up the black material. You pull one of the straps from your garter belt, letting it lightly smack back against your skin.
Reiner gasps once he sees the purple silk panties you’ve been wearing. The panties and garter belt were part of a matching set you’d worn on your first anniversary with Reiner. He gulps as he watches you reach behind and undo your black bra. It falls to the floor and your panties are quick to follow.
Reiner waits eagerly, biting his lip until it almost bleeds. His hands ball into fists, fighting the urge to grab your breasts, to touch your soaking pussy. God, you are so fucking gorgeous. His eyes take your figure in as you strut forward, now only in your garter belt and stockings. Your black, red bottom heels softly click on the floor as you move towards him. With seductive movements, you climb on top of Reiner and swing one leg over so each rests on either side of his chest.
“Be a good boy and make me cum.”
Reiner nods obediently, his arms wrapping around each thigh and pulling you up to his mouth. You can’t help the small gasp that comes out as Reiner’s tongue eagerly laps at every inch of your skin. He has been waiting so long, too long, that he is inpatient. No soft kisses to tease you, no slow licks to warm you up. He’s right to rapid movements, his tongue shooting in and out of you before moving up to suck firmly against your clit.
He pulls back just far enough that he can mutter, “God, you taste so fucking good.” before going right back to your heat, devouring every inch of you. He’s a starving man and you know you’re the one responsible for his desperate actions.
How did you go so long without touching Reiner? Without letting him touch you? You made the decision then and there that you would start pushing back against your ridiculous boss. There would be no more late nights. And tonight, you’d be making Reiner his favorite meal.. And maybe you for dessert.
Reiner feels incredible against you and he knows just how you like it. It takes almost no time before you are grinding against him, hips rocking with his movements. His tongue massages your insides and your clit rubs so perfectly against his nose. That’s all it takes for you to reach your first peak. Your fingers shoot to his blonde hair as you push him even closer to you. You cry out as your release gushes all along Reiner’s mouth.
It takes a moment for you to catch your breath, and Reiner continuing to gently suck on your clit, makes it a bit harder to do so. You sit up and he protests the loss of your wonderful pussy. However, he quickly stops as you drag yourself down his chest, your wet heat creating a slick trail. Reiner shifts underneath you, trying to get you where he eagerly wants you. Your lips find his own and you share a passionate, slick kiss. Reiner’s tongue tastes like you and you purr into the kiss.
You reach a hand behind you to grasp his length. You press it against his stomach as you finish gliding down. You pull back from the kiss and sit up, beginning to rub your soaked core along his cock.
“Do you think you’ve earned this pussy?” You question, looking down at Reiner.
Reiner pants as you rub against him, your swollen pussy so warm and wet against him. “Yes. Yes please.” You raise yourself up, holding Reiner steady as you lower down on him. Reiner yelps as his tip just barely passes the first ring of muscle inside you. “Y-you’re so t-tight” He stutters as you continue to lower yourself.
Once all the way sheathed inside, you lean over Reiner, lips whispering against his own. “You feel good too, Reiner. You always fill me up so perfectly.” You stroke a few of the sweat dampened hairs from his forehead, and then cradle his cheek. “So handsome.” You press a kiss to his lips.
Unable to control himself at your praises, his hips involuntarily buck up, pressing even deeper inside you. You can feel every drag against your walls, the prominent vein in his cock pumping so hot inside you.
With a final kiss, you sit back up and grind against him. Your hips rotate in small circles driving you even closer to your second wave. Slowly at first you begin to ride him. You lightly squeeze your breasts and Reiner watches in amazement at the way they jiggle with your motion.
Reiner cries out curses and begs as you continue, slowly picking up your pace. Your hands press on his chest, pinching at his nipples every few pumps. You’re bouncing so quickly that Reiner’s length barely leaves you before completely filling you again. Over and over, he hits so deep that you are getting impossibly close. You can already feel your toes curling against the sheer material of your stockings.
Your walls clench tightly against Reiner as your body reacts to the approaching orgasm. You feel a white hot heat inside and your vision is dotted with black. “Fuck, Reiner!” You moan as you pound down on his hips. Your body spasms and you are sure you would have slipped off if not for Reiner’s strong hands moving to hold you steady against him.
You slightly limp forward as Reiner bucks up harshly. He moves fast, his strong legs helping to push up into you until your knees are practically lifted up from the table.
“Cum inside, Reiner. Fill me up.” Your lusted-out gaze consumes Reiner. With a final pump, he spills his hot seed all over your walls. You can feel his warmth slowly trickle out, along his length as you lay completely against his chest. Your body rises and falls slightly as Reiner fights to catch his breath.
Your finger runs lazy circles on his chest and shoulder. You rest your head against him, listening to his heartbeat slowly steadying.
“Thank you.” Reiner murmurs against the top of your head as he twirls a strand of your hair with his fingers. You rest a hand against his chest as you shift your chin to sit on top of it. You both look into each other 's eyes. Your heart pangs at the sight of the tears that had been welling in his eyes finally fall.
His tears create small, wet trails along his cheeks and you carefully move to kiss them away. You pepper kisses along his cheeks and down his unshaven jaw. You kiss the tip of his nose and along his hairline. He laughs full heartedly when you blow a raspberry against his cheek. You smile against him, a small giggle leaving your own lips. These tender actions are your way of expressing your promise to him.
“Good boy.” you sigh against his lips before giving him one more kiss.