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her butt began to squirm with pleasure. Wetness overflowed from deep within her and he lapped at the entrance to her most feminine well with long, agonizing strokes.
“Simon…”
Nails dug into his back, urging him on. He slid forward to hold her knees apart with broad shoulders, and spread the petals of her flower with gentle fingers to expose the inner folds of her softness. She was as a blossom, and he took her stamen into his mouth to suckle her nectar. Her breasts heaved with ragged gulps of air, pleasure taking over her whole body. Her hips moved with every pull of his mouth, thrusting at him.
His swollen shaft lay pressed against his thigh, throbbing but patient. Over and over, he sucked at her, then pressed his mouth closer so she would feel every contour of his lips. Her body was out of control now, her back arching. Kristina’s whimpering, incoherent words told him she was ready.
Tearing his mouth away from her, he nearly emptied himself at her begging cry of disappointment. As it was, his eyes rolled back in his head from how good it felt to be needed.
Sensing what he was about to do, Kristina quickly lay on the desk. The back of her head went straight for the corner of her laptop. Moving quickly, Simon caught her head with his hand and cradled it to keep her from harm while guiding himself deep inside her with the other.
They rocked together on the little desk so hard its feet rose into the air with each collision of their bodies. Simon was reasonably sure he forgot about being quiet but he was far too gone to care when the moment was upon them.
And when it was over, they dressed in silence. Simon finished adjusting himself properly, then tried to catch Kristina’s eyes but the thief just wouldn’t look at him. Not knowing what else to do, he left.
Fifteen minutes later, he was back. Kristina was waiting by the door, a smirk playing around the corners of her mouth. Simon held out his hand, and she gave him his wallet. He knew the next time he stepped out the door it would be the very last, so he summoned the scraps of logical thought still managing to swim around his brain.
“Can I just ask you something?”
She said nothing.
“You had my wallet for days but didn’t do anything with it. Why?”
“I don’t know.” Kristina shrugged. “Why did you keep coming back to my store?”
There was no possible way to put words to it, so he echoed her. “I don’t know.”
“I guess that’s it, then. Don’t come back, Simon.”
Chapter 5
Her office felt suddenly much larger somehow without Simon to fill it, though she still banged her knee on the wall behind her chair when she went to sit down again. Her mind was in turmoil over the consequences of her actions and how close she came to having everything come crashing down upon her.
Lowering into her seat, Kristina leaned forward and put her head in her hands.
Why did I do that?
Why
had
she kept Simon’s wallet for two weeks, when the life of someone like her depended on a fast turnaround? She had all the right connections to shuffle in the amount of his paper money into her personal records, in order to keep the tax people from coming in to question her occasional unexplained boons of hundreds of dollars. Though it wasn’t her style, she could have pawned off his IDs and personal information in a matter of minutes, effectively erasing her involvement. Instead, night after night, nearly every hour, she fished out that ugly thing to take it apart and shuffle through it. Every second it remained in her possession was a second closer she came to prison.
Petty thieves weren’t prosecuted so heavily these days when everyone and their mother dipped into shoplifting for the thrill of it, but she was no mere petty thief. Those days were long behind her, and she never looked back to question her decisions. Now, if Simon didn’t keep his word –and why should he? - She would
“Simon…”
Nails dug into his back, urging him on. He slid forward to hold her knees apart with broad shoulders, and spread the petals of her flower with gentle fingers to expose the inner folds of her softness. She was as a blossom, and he took her stamen into his mouth to suckle her nectar. Her breasts heaved with ragged gulps of air, pleasure taking over her whole body. Her hips moved with every pull of his mouth, thrusting at him.
His swollen shaft lay pressed against his thigh, throbbing but patient. Over and over, he sucked at her, then pressed his mouth closer so she would feel every contour of his lips. Her body was out of control now, her back arching. Kristina’s whimpering, incoherent words told him she was ready.
Tearing his mouth away from her, he nearly emptied himself at her begging cry of disappointment. As it was, his eyes rolled back in his head from how good it felt to be needed.
Sensing what he was about to do, Kristina quickly lay on the desk. The back of her head went straight for the corner of her laptop. Moving quickly, Simon caught her head with his hand and cradled it to keep her from harm while guiding himself deep inside her with the other.
They rocked together on the little desk so hard its feet rose into the air with each collision of their bodies. Simon was reasonably sure he forgot about being quiet but he was far too gone to care when the moment was upon them.
And when it was over, they dressed in silence. Simon finished adjusting himself properly, then tried to catch Kristina’s eyes but the thief just wouldn’t look at him. Not knowing what else to do, he left.
Fifteen minutes later, he was back. Kristina was waiting by the door, a smirk playing around the corners of her mouth. Simon held out his hand, and she gave him his wallet. He knew the next time he stepped out the door it would be the very last, so he summoned the scraps of logical thought still managing to swim around his brain.
“Can I just ask you something?”
She said nothing.
“You had my wallet for days but didn’t do anything with it. Why?”
“I don’t know.” Kristina shrugged. “Why did you keep coming back to my store?”
There was no possible way to put words to it, so he echoed her. “I don’t know.”
“I guess that’s it, then. Don’t come back, Simon.”
Chapter 5
Her office felt suddenly much larger somehow without Simon to fill it, though she still banged her knee on the wall behind her chair when she went to sit down again. Her mind was in turmoil over the consequences of her actions and how close she came to having everything come crashing down upon her.
Lowering into her seat, Kristina leaned forward and put her head in her hands.
Why did I do that?
Why
had
she kept Simon’s wallet for two weeks, when the life of someone like her depended on a fast turnaround? She had all the right connections to shuffle in the amount of his paper money into her personal records, in order to keep the tax people from coming in to question her occasional unexplained boons of hundreds of dollars. Though it wasn’t her style, she could have pawned off his IDs and personal information in a matter of minutes, effectively erasing her involvement. Instead, night after night, nearly every hour, she fished out that ugly thing to take it apart and shuffle through it. Every second it remained in her possession was a second closer she came to prison.
Petty thieves weren’t prosecuted so heavily these days when everyone and their mother dipped into shoplifting for the thrill of it, but she was no mere petty thief. Those days were long behind her, and she never looked back to question her decisions. Now, if Simon didn’t keep his word –and why should he? - She would
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