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“Babeee, I have to work on this!” Carson groaned, rubbing the palm of her hand into her forehead.
To say she’s being overworked is an understatement, she barely had the energy to get out of bed sometimes. She was grateful for her ever-present, attentive and wonderful girlfriend who was always willing to relax her in any way she could but Carson’s irritation kept getting the best of her.
“This would help, I think.” Greta was sitting on top of Carson’s desk in her office in only a loose white crop top and red panties. On her lap, being fiddled between her hands was a black strapless dildo.
Carson looked at her, unimpressed and rolled her eyes. She sighed. “I won’t be able to concentrate and you know I need to get this done. I’m sorry.” She freed one of her girlfriend’s hands, raising it to her mouth to kiss her knuckles.
Greta smiled softly, moving her thumb to caress Carson’s cheek. “Don’t be sorry. But I just.. think it would relax you a little. I won’t even move! You can just be tucked inside of me.”
Carson groaned, “you can’t say things like that to me right now. Also, you forget that I know you. You have never stayed still a second since I met you.” Despite her protests, she did finally slide her office chair out from the desk and eyed up Greta’s legs, spread just enough that she could spot a small dark patch on her underwear.
She reached out and rubbed the pads of her fingers in circles over it, Greta gasping in surprise and doing her best to keep her hips from moving into the touch, keeping her eyes on Carson’s face.
“Carson..” She sighed out, her eyes rolling halfway back when Carson pressed her thumb onto her clit.
Their eyes met and Carson removed her hand to go to the waistband of her sweatpants. “You promise to be good? You’ll stay still and let me finish my work?”
Greta licked her bottom lip, vision moving down to Carson removing her pants and briefs. She nodded slowly, handing over the dildo. “I’ll be good.. Just wanna keep you nice and warm. Make you feel good.” She muttered the last part out softly, fascinated watching Carson rub the bulbous plug along her wet slit to get it ready.
Carson hummed, knowing Greta was watching her. She grabbed for the small container of lube next to her girlfriend but Greta was quicker to snatch it, thumbing the cap open and squeezing some into her hand.
The brunette smirked, letting Greta have this moment of control only because she loves watching her girlfriend’s hand stroking along the shaft, her long dainty fingers wrapping around it. She pushed her end inside, gasping at the intrusion and then adjusted her position so she could more comfortably sit.
She watched as Greta used her dry hand to pull the arm of her chair closer, saw in her peripheral the smirk on her face as she grasped and held the dildo in a gentle grip, stroking the lube across the length over and over. She knew this part got Greta going too, knowing the effects she had on Carson, knowing Carson could feel every single thing she was doing.
Once it was completely covered, she stood up and stepped closer to Carson, knocking their knees together. They shared a soft smile, Greta lifting her leg to kneel between Carson’s outer thigh and the arm of the chair and then carefully moved her other leg up with the help of Carson’s grip on her hips.
Carson pulled Greta’s underwear to the side and pushed the tip of the dildo over Greta’s labia, moving it over her soaking folds and smiling up at Greta’s chest heaving, her nipples hard under the thin cotton.
Finally, Carson brought it to her entrance, Greta sinking all the way onto it within a second and dropping into Carson’s lap with a soft grunt. They both needed a minute to adjust, Carson had to re-adjust, wrapping an arm around Greta’s waist and pulling her closer.
She already regretted doing this. With Greta pressing her nose into Carson’s neck and her arms loosely around her shoulders, her chest pressed into Carson’s. With the warmth and wetness she could feel from Greta against her, the shift of the strap within both of them hitting just the right spot when Carson moved her chair slowly closer to the desk, so she could actually reach her desk and do the work she needed to.
Greta regretted it too but she wasn’t going to complain now that she had seven inches of Carson buried inside of her. She wanted to be good for her though, she knew how stressed her girlfriend had been lately and that the outcome of this would be worth it for both of them. So, she stayed as still as she could, trying to steady her breathing against Carson’s neck and focus on the tapping of the keyboard behind her.
After what felt like a long few hours but was only roughly 15 minutes, Carson got stuck on a problem in one of her spreadsheets. She was frustrated, not knowing how she got to a certain number and thoughtlessly moved her hips upwards and Greta whined into her neck. Carson gasped at her own move, wrapping an arm around Greta.
“S-sorry,” she sighed out, kissing Greta’s shoulder. She rubbed Greta’s lower back, noting how tense and warm her girlfriend felt, she dug her fingers in and slowly massaged her back as she tried and failed to re-focus on the screen. Greta didn’t expect it and pushed her body closer into Carson’s, stimulating both of them deeply.
“Oh my God,” Greta moaned, muffled when she pressed her face into Carson’s hair, groaning when Carson pressed herself purposefully deeper inside of Greta’s cunt. “Carse, baby..”
Carson then moved back and placed both hands on Greta’s hips, nipped at her shoulder. “Do you want it?” She whispered into Greta’s skin, feeling her girlfriend nod wordlessly into her neck.
She smiled when she felt Greta start kissing down her neck, her tongue teasing out. She pulled Greta’s hips to grind into her, building up a quick pace as they both grunted, pushing into each other hard. The pressure felt so good, made even better when Greta sat up straighter and began to gently bounce on her lap, her breasts moving with her and her hands going to Carson’s shoulders.
Carson dug her nails into Greta’s hips and fucked her harder, pushing her into the desk so she could fasten her pace once again. She lost all control of her thoughts, placing all of her frustration and stress into her thrusts and Greta’s praises only spurred her on more.
Greta doesn’t even know when she ended up on top of the end of the desk, only when she pushed off a cup of pens did her eyes snap open and she took in the gorgeous sight of Carson stretched over her, taking what she wants from her cunt and latched onto one of Greta’s nipples over her shirt, sucking roughly.
She pushed her shirt up to her neck, grabbing onto the back of Carson’s head to pull her back to her breast. She feels on the cusp of coming again, she hasn’t kept track of what number she’s on but she wrapped her legs tight around Carson’s hips ready to take everything she gives her.
Carson felt her end of the dildo slip out and clumsily grabbed for it, not bothering to slip it back inside as she fucked it back into Greta, sensing she was getting close. She reached her other hand between them to rub Greta’s clit in fast circles, revelling in watching Greta fall apart again, her back arching off of the desk as she screamed out and grabbed her own breast roughly.
Carson slowed her thrusts down, pulling out when Greta whined incoherently at her. She helped Greta up, the woman moving slowly and falling into Carson’s arms as she adjusted them into the chair, this time her legs were over one of the arms.
They caught their breaths in silence, Carson rubbed gentle circles on Greta’s arms and left gentle kisses to the side of her head. The brunette felt more at peace than she had in a couple of weeks, the whirring in her head lulling into a quiet hum as she relaxed with her sleepy love wrapped in her arms.
Her eyes lazily caught onto the screen of her computer, she paused her movements. Sitting up, Greta letting a small whine at being disturbed, Carson squinted at the spreadsheet in confusion looking frantically at the bottom of the page that she was frustrated at before.
“Did you hit the keyboard?” Carson asked, turning to Greta.
The redhead didn’t even bother opening her eyes, only yawned and pushed her cheek into Carson’s collarbone. “Dunno.. maybe. You put me in lotsa places.” She shrugged her shoulders, yawning again.
Carson was amazed. “You.. you somehow fixed my entire problem. Like.. the ENTIRE solution was right in front of my fucking face and you just solved it?! With your ass?!”
Greta shrugged again, close to sleep. “My ass solves a lot of things.. glad you noticed.”