by Karahkwa Ross
And somehow I know if you knew what I was thinking while we have sex, you'd
shoot me.
Walter Skinner is not one to be thought as a beautiful.
Then again, he's also not thought as a bottom, and yet you are. In fact you're
an exclusive bottom.
Imagine that. I have to beg and plead with the FBI's Assistant Director Skinner
to get him to top me. And I'm only successful once in a great while.
"Alex."
God. That voice, all roughed with need. I love it. So sexy and sweet.
I wait, knowing you, knowing you'll tell me what you want.
"Faster, Alex. Harder. God, Alex, you feel so good. More, please."
Walter Skinner begging for it, is there anything sexier on earth?
I can't tell you no. I give you what you want.
I love the way you thrash and moan beneath me. And those sounds you make in the
back of your throat as you push back against me.
I know you're close. I can see it in the way you're biting your lip. You want to
make it last.
I thrust at an angle and relish your scream of delight. Again and you're biting
your lip and twisting the sheets. A third time and you shudder.
I hold still for a second, just watching you. One more thrust and I know what
will happen.
You'll whisper my name and shiver as you cum. There'll be this delicious quiver
in your voice that alone will make me cum inside of you.
You open your eyes and I can see the need in their blue depths. You're so damn
beautiful.
I do the only thing I can do. I thrust as hard as I can, wanting to give you as
much pleasure as I can.
There's the shiver and here comes the whisper.
"I love you, Alex."
I freeze, half from the force of my orgasm and half from the force of your
words. "Oh God."
I love you, too, beautiful.
ou are the most beautiful sight in the world. Your head thrown back, eyes
squeezed shut, hands clutching the sheets. You mouth parts to release a moan and
I take in your kiss-swollen lips. Yes, you're beautiful.
