The kiss deepened, shifting from tentative agreement into something raw and desperate. Sienna's office, usually a sanctuary of logic and high-end engineering, suddenly felt suffocating. The hum of holographic displays provided a rhythmic backdrop to their heavy breathing.
Sienna pulled back just an inch, her eyes dark and glazed with hunger. Without breaking eye contact, she took Alex's hand and guided it upward, pressing his palm firmly against her left breast. Through the thin, expensive fabric of her unbuttoned blouse and the delicate lace beneath, he could feel her heart hammering.
"Do you feel that, Alex?" Her voice was low, almost a growl. "It's been eight months. Eight months of board meetings and billion-dollar decisions and men who are too afraid to even look me in the eye." She pressed his hand harder against her. "I'm tired of being the most powerful person in the room. Today, I want to feel something else."
Alex's fingers curled, kneading the soft curve through the fabric. "I can help with that."
"Then stop thinking like a coder and start acting like a man." The challenge in her voice was unmistakable.
He didn't need more instruction. His mouth crashed against hers, his tongue sliding past her lips, exploring. Sienna responded with a sound from deep in her throat.
Mmh~~
Her hands slid into his hair, pulling him closer like she wanted to merge their bodies. They stumbled backward, tangled together, moving away from the cold glass desk toward the plush leather sofa in the corner.
Alex hit the cushions first, air leaving his lungs in a sharp exhale as Sienna followed. But she didn't lie on him. Instead, she knelt between his legs, hovering over him like a predator over caught prey.
She reached up, pulling pins from her hair. Dark locks tumbled down her shoulders in waves, transforming her from untouchable CEO to something entirely different.
"Relax, Alex." Her hands moved to his belt. "You've done enough work today. Let me handle this."
She worked his belt free with practiced ease, then moved to his button and zipper. The metallic rasp seemed impossibly loud in the quiet office. When she pulled his pants and underwear down, his cock sprang free, hard and thick.
Sienna paused, her eyes widening as she took in the sight. "My god." Genuine amazement broke through her composure. "Maybe I severely undervalued your assets."
She wrapped her hand around him, testing the weight, the thickness. Her fingers barely met around his girth. Then she leaned forward, her hair brushing against his thighs.
Alex's head fell back against the sofa as he felt the first touch of her tongue. She started at the base, licking upward with agonizing slowness, savoring him. When she finally took him into her mouth, the wet heat almost made him come right then.
Slorp... mmm~~
The wet sounds filled the quiet office. She hollowed her cheeks, creating suction while her tongue swirled around the head. Her hand gripped the base, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach.
"Fuck," Alex groaned, his fingers digging into the leather. "Sienna... you're... uhh~~ incredible..."
He watched through hooded eyes. The sight was surreal - the most powerful woman in Neo-Brasília, worth billions, on her knees between his legs. Her expensive glasses were slightly fogged, her eyes gleaming with pride and hunger as she worked him.
Ghh-mm~~
She took him deeper, her throat constricting around him. Saliva dripped down his shaft, coating him, making every slide of her mouth effortless.
She picked up the pace, bobbing her head faster, her hand twisting with each stroke. Alex felt pressure building in his core, heat coiling in his gut.
"Sienna," he breathed, his voice breaking. "Wait... I'm close... I'm about to..."
She pulled back abruptly. A long strand of saliva connected her lips to his cock. She let out a teasing laugh, her face flushed.
"Not yet, baby boy." Her voice was pure command. "I didn't say you could finish."
"What are you...." Alex's breath came in ragged gasps, his body vibrating with interrupted release.
"Setting the pace." She stood up, looking down at him with that authoritative smirk. "The best things are worth waiting for. Remember?"
She reached for her blouse, moving with theatrical grace. She peeled the fabric back and let it drop to the floor. Then came her bra - white silk and lace. When she unhooked it, her breasts were released, swaying slightly.
They were perfect. Firm, pale, topped with dusty-pink nipples that were already hard.
"Jesus, Sienna." Alex's gaze was fixed on her chest. "You're perfect."
"See? I knew you were a breast man." She leaned over him, bringing one breast close to his mouth. "Go ahead. You've been staring all day. See if they taste as good as they look."
She lowered herself until her nipple hovered right over his lips. Alex reached up, his hands framing her ribs as he took the pink peak into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, then more firmly, his tongue swirling.
Mmh~~ hah...
Sienna's breath shuddered, her head falling back as her fingers threaded through his hair, pressing him closer.
Alex didn't stop. While his mouth worked one breast, his hand found the other. He pinched her nipple softly, rolling it between his fingers.
"Ahnn~~! Yes... right there..."
Sienna's knees buckled slightly, her grip on his hair tightening.
While he worshipped her chest, Alex's free hand traveled downward. He slid it under her skirt, fingers moving up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He reached her panties and found them completely soaked through. The heat radiating from her pussy was intense.
He slid two fingers under the elastic, finding her folds slick and overflowing with wetness.
"You're soaking," Alex murmured against her skin. "Your pussy is dripping."
Sienna let out a fractured laugh, her breath hitching. "Can you... hh-nn... blame me? Look at what you're doing..."
Alex pulled his mouth away from her nipple, looking up at her with raw, dominant intent. The playfulness was gone.
"Get on it," he commanded, gesturing to his rigid cock. "Sit on my dick. Now."
A shiver ran through her - not fear, but pure thrill. She didn't hesitate. She stepped out of her skirt and panties in one fluid motion, standing completely exposed, her skin glowing in the amber light.
She climbed onto the sofa, straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips. She gripped his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his.
"Remember the deal, Alex." Her voice trembled. "Just this. Nothing else."
"Understood." His hands gripped her hips, ready to guide her down. "Now move."