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~Sweetwaterspice

Maxon and America: Bedtime Stories

"The Invitation"

"The art of seduction is knowing what she really wants and giving it to her in a way that takes her breath away."

~ Anonymous ~

"Maxon?"

I look up at the sound of America's voice. I sit behind a desk full of paperwork after another day of meetings with my advisors.

"Darling," I smile as she steps into my office. I'd do anything to get away from this taxing chore.

"Are you busy?"

"Never for you," I greet as she reaches my desk and leans down to give me a kiss.

She takes a quick survey of my desk, noticing the array of paperwork spread across the surface. "It looks like you are up to your neck in paperwork," she sighs. "I could come back later."

"Nonsense," I rebuff. "There's nothing on my desk that can't wait." I smile up at her as my back rests against the chair.

"Are you certain? I don't want to interfere with your work."

"It's quite alright, darling. I needed to take a break anyway."

She smiles. "I promise, I won't take up much of your time." She's holding a folder against her chest.

"Alright. But I don't mind, really. I welcome the distraction."

"And that is exactly what I don't want to be!" She taps my nose making me chuckle.

She places the folder in front of me, her body leaning over slightly. "I just got the samples back for the invitations Marlee and I have been working on for the Autumn Gala," she says as she opens the folder, arranging each invitation side by side. "I want your opinion. This one," she points to the one on my left, "with the gold leaf against the dark background or, this one," she points to the one on my right, "with the glittery gold background?"

"What are you wearing?" I ask, as my nose hovers over her neck.

"Will you stop and pay attention?" she eyes me, biting back a smile.

"I love it. You smell nice."

"Maxon!"

"Alright, alright, darling. Now let me see." I look down at the samples in front of me, making a real effort to keep focused. I really could care less about these things but America valued my opinion so I try to give her an honest estimation.

I shrug. "I think they're both nice."

"You're not helping!" she whines a little. "I have to make a decision today so we can get them ordered."

"I'm sorry, darling. You know I'm horrible at these things. Whichever one you like, that's the one I choose."

"Maxon…really?" she cocks a brow.

"It's just an invitation, darling. Whatever you choose I'm sure everyone will love. You have excellent taste. You chose me, didn't you?"

Her lips spread into a smile. "You were my best choice I'll give you that."

"You were my only choice," I say smoothly.

"You sweet talker." I smile broadly as she presses her lips against mine. "Well…gotta run," she says, closing the folder and as she goes to pick it up I grab hold of her wrist.

"No need to rush off."

"You've got work to do and I've got work to do. And since you were so helpful…"

"I was helpful!" I smile, turning in my chair to face her. "I narrowed down your choice to 50/50."

She laughs, tapping my head with the folder. "Oh…yeah…super helpful, Your Majesty."

My hands are fixed on her waist. "Is this a new dress?"

"Yes. You know Mary. Always making me something new. She'd die if I wore the same thing twice!"

"I like it," I smile as my hand slips under the knee-length dress.

She swats my hand away. "Maxon!"

"What?!"

"Will you stop?"

"Come on, babe. I'm just checking things out." Both of my hands are now gliding up her thighs.

She slaps my hands under the material of her dress as she scolds me. "Someone could walk in!"

"Don't worry." I'm holding on to her hips under her dress. "I'm not expecting anyone for the rest of the afternoon. No meetings. No interruptions."

"You're not going to get your way."

"What color panties are you wearing?"

"Maxon!" she's blushing furiously. "Keep your voice down. There's a guard at the door if you've forgotten," she whispers.

"He can't hear what I'm saying," I reply nonchalantly in a lower tone. My hands are cupping her bottom, and my fingers begin tracing the outline of the material over the hills of her ass. "Let me guess? Cheeky panties…sexy."

"This is so inappropriate," she says but doesn't stop me.

I bunch the material of her dress in one hand, lifting it up over her bottom. Leaning over to take a look, I let out a slow whistle. "Blue…my favorite color. Your ass looks so damn sexy." Plump and firm.

"We do have a bedroom, you know," she says as I squeeze her ass, not able to tear my eyes away.

"Who needs a bed? I don't need a bed." I twist her hips and softly bite into the rounded mound of her left cheek.

America gasps. "Maxon…we can't! Not here."

"We almost did a couple of months back, remember?" referring to our make-up, make-out session on the couch.

"That was…different," she counters.

"Let me see the front."

I push my chair back a bit. "Hold your dress up for me, darling."

"Maxon…" she starts as I wrap the material of her dress into her free hand. "We really…"

"Damn…that's sexy," I interrupt. My breathing is getting heavier. I trace the lacey outline around her pelvis with my index finger, then slide it under the edge around her hip bone, tracing it down to her inner thigh and I brush my thumb over her sensitive bundle. I look up as America bites down on her lower lip. I can feel moisture already seeping through as I rub my thumb over her clit.

"Oh my God…" she breathes. Her eyes are closed.

"Would you like me to stop?" I ask wickedly, my thumb moving about in gentle circles.

"I…I…don't…know…"

"I'll take that as a no."

I hold on to her hips, turn her to lean against my desk. I part her legs and immediately start covering her inner thighs in feathered kisses. I hear the folder drop to the floor once my mouth couples her aching pussy through the lacey material.

I hear her moan as her fingers dive into my hair, holding the back of my head. Pushing aside the lacey material I grin at what I see. She's already swollen and wet, her tented little clit peeking from between a set of pretty pink lips. I hear myself growl and dipping my head, I make first contact and begin to lick, painfully slow up and down her entrance, twirling my tongue around her sensitive clit. Her head drops back. "Ohhh…yes…right there," she moans as my tongue delves inside her heated depth. I pull back and suck the inside of her thigh then the other.

"Take it off," I tell her as she eases to stand without protest and I watch as she peels her panties from her body. So fucking hot. She steps out of them and pushing my paperwork aside, I guide her to sit on my desk. I roll my chair closer. Slipping my forearms under her knees I reach for her bottom yanking her to the edge of my desk because I'm far from having my fill. She's leaning back on her elbows, her pussy angled towards my mouth. I lower my head between her thighs once more and my tongue begins to glide pleasurably over her. Her moans quiver as I take my time with her, savoring all of her, drawing her pleasure button between my lips. She's so sweet, I repeat the process several times.

I slide my middle finger into my mouth, lubing it and slip it inside her and get a wonderful reaction. Her fingers tighten around my hair once I stroke that special place inside that drives her insane. I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue fascinated by how such a small thing can totally wreck her. And I love watching her as my finger continues pleasuring her. "So beautiful," I whisper, looking at her clit and proceed brushing her peak against my tongue. She whimpers, and bites down on a couple of fingers on her hand to keep herself from crying out.

"Maaa-xon…" she strains to call my name and I love the look on her face…so sexually erotic. I withdraw my finger and suck it off.

"Mmmm…so tasty," I whisper as I stand slowly, my lips softly kissing her neck. I know exactly how to melt her. And I know she won't resist. I kiss around her ear, down the sensitive area between her ear and neck as her head falls to one side. I lick the same area back up to her ear, wrapping her lobe between my lips. She sighs. "I want you," I tell her huskily as I undo the belt of my pants trying to remain cool even though my dick is ready to burst through my damn pants, the shameless bastard that it is.

America turns her head, coupling her mouth with mine. She backs her mouth away just a hint but our tongues continue to play. "You drive me crazy," she says as I rub the head of my cock against her very wet pussy.

"I know. And you love it, don't you?"

"I do…" She groans softly as I push into her.

"Hold your dress up, sweetheart," I instruct, pushing the material up from blocking my view up to her waist. I look down between us as I see myself disappear inch by inch into her. "Fuck…" I utter under my breath. "You're so hot…damn it." My dick glistens, fully coated with her and damn if it doesn't look fantastic.

I move into her with long, deliberate strokes, pulling back to my sensitive tip and sinking hard on return. And America's loving this movement telling me to keep it up, that she wants to feel all of my dick in her. I love her dirty talk during sex. It makes my balls rumble. As I continue to plow into her, I'm thankful that the desk is pretty damn sturdy and heavy so it's not scraping against the floor but I'm ever more elated that I'm living a fantasy. How many times had I fantasized of fucking America in my office on my desk? Too many to keep count. And it's everything I had hoped for! She's moaning as I take her, my cock rubbing steady against her slick walls. I'm so damn excited I remind myself to control my pace. I slow it down a bit allowing myself to relish this experience.

"Fuck me from behind," she tells me. My ears are on fire and of course, I'm more than happy to oblige.

I bend her over my desk and that gorgeous ass is staring back at me. I resist the urge to slap it. I bend my knees to position myself and slowly enter her. "Oh…that feels so good," she sighs as I begin to stroke her heated walls. My eyes are glued to the action below and I love the way her pussy swallows me and how her second lips wrap around me, moving along with every stroke I give her.

I moan and groan with each move and my head falls back as I enjoy nothing but exquisite pleasure. My hands squeeze her ass, move to grip her hips as America stands against me, her back curves like a living bow as she turns her face towards mine and reaches behind her for the back of my head, bringing me to her mouth. I moan into her kiss which just takes my breath!

"I love you," I say against her mouth. She kisses me, deeper, demanding. My fingers dig further into her hips,

My lips are on her neck…and I bite down softly on the area between her neck and shoulder, loving the sound that escapes her.

"Do you love me inside you?" I ask in her ear, giving her every inch of me.

"I looove you inside me," she breathes against my cheek. "So deep."

I gentle her body back down on my desk. My hands are flat on the surface, my body draping over hers. "You're a very naughty girl, Mrs. Schreave," I tell her in her ear. "Taking advantage of me like this."

She laughs. "All in a day's work…Mr. Schreave."

I feel a sudden rumbling in my balls and my speed increases. I stand, holding unto America's waist and my hips begin to slap furiously, thunderously against her bottom. I hear her moaning and groaning and it turns me on. The glass of water on my desk catches my attention as the water sloshes around to the rhythm of my vigorous strokes.

"Oh God... Maxon!" America whisper-cries. She's propped herself up on her palms, absorbing the power of my body as I push us both to climax. "Ahhhh…fuck!" she cries softly, "I'm coming!" And as I hear those words, her walls begin to ripple around me. Feeling her shatter around my hard flesh - It's the most delicious sensation in the universe! I grunt repeatedly, my hips slapping hard against her as my own climax rips through me and spills deep into her well.

"Ohh baby…" I'm breathing hard, my lips kissing the side of her head, ear and jaw. Her hand rests softly against my cheek. "You're incredible. Just incredible."

"And you're a devil." I feel her smile and turn my head to kiss her palm.

"Yes…yes I am."

We kiss softly, and with a little tongue at my request.

"Now back to work," she's smiling.

"I'll walk you back downstairs."

I pull up my boxers and trousers pooled at my ankles, fastening my belt and making sure my fly is zipped while America wiggles back into her panties and makes sure we're both put together and not like two people who'd just hooked up for a nooner.

We kiss one last time and head out of my office.

The guard at the door bows to America first as she passes and as I meet his eyes he shoots me a smile and I reply…

With a wink.

Apparently, I underestimated the thickness of the walls.

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