His Secretary

3

Christopher asked Amelia for a walk outside for some air, seeing that she was all tipsy he'd thought a walk would do her some good.

It was a bit chilly for a walk outside so Amelia and Chris ended up taking a walk in the building’s hall ways. The event was being held at a hotel near the university were most of the guests had attended. While the event was taking place in first floor, they were taking their walk on the second floor.

They walked in an awkward silence for a while. Now that they were alone, the conversation from earlier kept playing in both their minds, for different reasons.

They kept peeping at each other from time to time finding it a bit hard to start a conversation. Amelia being tipsy, was feeling a bit brave,

“So the beast, huh”

Chris chuckled awkwardly at her statement, one of his hands scratching the nape at of neck.

“Hey, I'm not judging… and to be honest sounds kinda hot” she added with a slight shrug.

Chris looked at her with surprise evident on his face. hot? Does that mean…

“Really? How does that sound hot Amelia” he question with curiosity. Maybe, just maybe Marcus was right.

“Or what? You like getting railed, Amelia?” he stopped and looked at her, waiting for her to answer him. He knew what he just asked might offend her, worst case scenario she slaps him and walk away. He only hoped she does not take offence at his question.

When she turned to answer him, her eyes lingered on his lips for a few seconds before she looked away, running her tongue over her lower lip in the process.

“I’m… I'm not sure Mr. Hastings but getting railed would be quite an experience don't you think?”

Was Amelia Brown flirting with him?

Could it be she wanted him too?

He was getting hard down there, which was no surprise at this point.

“I don’t know, but you think you would like that?”

“Well I think a lady deserves to be thoroughly f*cked once in a while" replied Amelia. She didn’t even look shy right know, her eyes keeping wondering on his body from now and then. She was no longer peeping at him, she was openly checking him out.

Before Christopher can formulate an answer, Amelia's lips were on his in a sloppy wet kiss. It took him a second to comprehend that Amelia was kissing him, then he kissed her back. But his kiss wasn't soft, it was rough like he'd been starving for it.

He put one hand on her waist to pull her closer to his body, and other on the back of her neck. Amelia's hands were now fisted on his jacket. She m*aned into his mouth, giving him access to it, and he took the chance. His tongue explored every corner of her mouth, enjoying the little m*ans she kept making. The hand on her waist started moving on her body, to her bum, her hips and up to her breast squeezing and caressing her flesh.

They both pulled away for breath, looking into each other's eyes with nothing but a very lustful passion.

“Amelia” said Chris, a silent question she understood, one he didn’t voice out. She nodded her head in respond.

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Chris was driving as fast as he can go to get home as soon as possible.

After Amelia gave him a nod, he didn’t waste a second. He’d grabbed her hand and went out of the building, they waited a few minutes before his car arrived and then he was on the road.

He could have easily booked one of the rooms at the hotel, but this was Amelia, the Amelia he'd spent the last 4 months fantasizing over. He didn’t want her on a bed were strangers have been, a room with shadows of peoples deeds, no. He wanted her on his bed, his room in his house, he just hoped she'd still be in the mood by the time they got there.

20 minutes later he parked his car in the basement and went for the lift, pressed the pin to his penthouse and turned to Amelia. He slammed his mouth on hers, kissed her like he was trying to suck the life out her, desperate and needy. The way she held on to him only motivated him further. He had her against the elevator wall, he hands roaming to her body, squeezing and soothing.

She had her hands around his neck and when she started rubbing on him, he lifted her, her legs wrapped around his waist. Oh how they felt way better than he'd imagined.

The elevator door opened and he stumbled his way to the bedroom.

As they stumbled in Christopher's bedroom, hands roaming on each others bodies, nothing else mattered to them at that moment. They were not colleagues, it was not CEO Hastings and his secretary, Ms. Brown. It was simply two grown ups, doing grown up stuff, chasing the lustful passion they were into.

Chris laid Amelia on his bed, nothing gentle, they were attacking each other with their lips, desperate to fill the thirst they had for one another.

The sounds of clothes tearing as they undressed each other, was covered by their moans and groans along with their heavy breathing.

Chris was the first to break the kiss. Looked at Amelia’s naked body under him, all his dreams and imaginations hadn’t done it justice at all.

He wanted to taste every inch of her skin, worship her body like she deserved. As much as he wanted f*ck her, he wanted to take his time and savour her body, commit every inch of her skin to his memory.

Amelia’s hand were wrapped around his shoulders, her eyes on his torso and her face flushed a beautiful shade of pink.

“Oh Lia…” he whispered, his voice low but deep.

Chris balanced his weight with his left arm on the bed.

He turned Amelia's face to towards his with his right hand so that she was looking at him. He ran his thumb on her lower lip slowly while looking her straight in the eyes, then slowly lowered his mouth to hers.

The kiss was slow and gentle. It was not filled with lust, it was passionate. Amelia responded, kissed him back just as gently as he was, allowing him to lead the kiss. His hands started roaming on her body again, gently this time.

His mouth nibbled at her neck while his hands rubbed her shoulders. He moved down on her body from there. While his mouth was nibbling and kissing her breasts to the stomach, his hands where grabbing her waist and caressing her thighs.

While his mouth kissed, nibbled and sucked on her skin, his hands were caressing and rubbing her. Her beautiful moans and whimpers were like fuel that kept him going.

Amelia beyond herself, lost in pleasure in the hands of Christopher Hastings

*****

Yes! Ahh! Right ther.. mhmm…” she moaned and whimpered as Christopher's thrusts went in and out of her, hard.

They were on their third round of the night.

He'd been gentle and slow with the first one, making love to her. He worshipped her body with so much care and love that she had orgasm*d with a moan of his name on her lips.

He had been dominant and fast on the second, like a man who had starved for a long time.

She then climaxed with moans and whimpers, tears in her eyes, all from the pleasure.

And now he was giving it to her hard, not fast but not slow either.

Chris was standing at the edge of the bed with Amelia laying right the edge, her legs up on his shoulders. Every thrust had Amelia moaning in pleasure, and repeating “yes" “don’t stop” now and then.

Chris felt her body tense, and knew she was close to her climax. He started thrusting harder going deeper into her.

“Let go Lia… I got you babe" Christopher all but groaned out the words, while caressing her thighs.

He felt liquid coming out of her v****a, he pulled out, and started rubbing his hand on her c******s with one hand while rubbing himself with another.

Amelia squirted with loud whimpering and moans. She looked up at him, they eyes met and Chris started jerking himself off harder while looking at the her.

He climaxed soon after with a groan of her name escaping his mouth, splitting his seed on her stomach.

The were both sated, and not one of them thought of the seed that had went into her on the first round.