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lostinlewis · 1 year

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The Edge...

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There are many things you love about Lewis, from his kind heart, to his inability to be anything less than the most competitive person in a room at any time, but one reason is very special to you, one reason stands out more than most, it is the one thing about him that only you really see, that one thing you have never shared with anyone else, and you probably never will; his constant craving for you and his inability to ever hide it.

Lewis knew when he met you that both of your career paths would make a relationship incredibly difficult, but another thing you loved about him was that despite any adversity, if he wanted something he would make sure he got it; you were no exception.

Your job meant you had to be in early morning, and sometimes you wouldn’t get home until after his bedtime, he would always wait up for you though, even if it was with only one eye open as he struggled to stay awake, he would be there to make sure you came home to him safe.

His job meant he would leave you for days, sometimes weeks at a time, to travel all over the world, yet one thing never lessened, no matter the distance between you, he was still just as hungry for you, sometimes more; the miles apart only added to the want within him.

Lewis’ name flashing up on your phone screen always gave you butterflies in your tummy, and as you sat at your desk, preparing for a meeting only minutes away now, his name was exactly what you needed to see to calm your nerves.

“Hey Baby.”

You knew just from those two little words, his tone of voice told you everything, Lewis was horny. Again.

“Hello you, you sound…tormented.”

You always teased him with the knowledge of his excitement, you couldn’t help it. Lewis almost always had the control in your relationship yet he had certainly met his match when it came to you and he thrived on the challenge that you gave him. He knew that sometimes, in very few moments, you would take the reins and there was not one thing he could do about it. This was one of those moments.

“I am…I miss you, I can’t wait to see you.”

“You can’t wait to see me or you can’t wait to fuck me?”

The curse word was said in a whisper, you were careful of any ears that may be listening just the other side of your office wall, but ultimately you were unable to stop yourself.

“Both…but right now, I miss that sweet little pussy of yours more than anything.”

Hearing him say words a girl could only dream of, words so raw with an emotion so natural, coming from him, made you tingle and your eyes roll with desire.

“Lewis, it’s only been a few hours since we played…shouldn’t you be getting some rest before your race?”

Before you had even left for work this morning Lewis called you, the conversation went much the same as this one, except this morning he was already in the middle of playing with himself when you answered.

“I can’t help it, I need you now.”

You giggled at the sweetness in his pathetic admission. He really was led by his dick when it came to you, and the longer he had to wait for a release, the more obvious the path it led him down was.

“Well I guess I should help you out a little…”

You quickly stood up to close your blinds, as if they would block out any noise at all, before finding your seat once more, but this time as you sat down, you felt the pooling of excitement in your panties.

Sitting down in a pool of wetness was a common occurrence now that you were with Lewis. He always kept you in an almost constant state of horniness, even without really trying, all you had to do was look at him and your mind would run wild with thoughts entirely inappropriate for your surroundings.

“How are you going to help me, baby?”

You had precisely seventeen minutes until you had to be in the meeting room, you knew you were cutting it fine but when Lewis needed something, Lewis would get it, there was nothing you could do to fight your need to please him at all times; you would sacrifice almost anything for his pleasure, your job included.

“We’re going to make you feel good. Now don’t be shy, get it out.”

Your crude words were no longer hidden, no longer did you care if anyone could hear you, that was a matter you would deal with later, your main priority now was Lewis’ aching for you and you had no patience with your words.

“It’s already out, it’s in my hand and fuck, is it throbbing for you.”

“Is that so? Now you need something to watch, make it something nasty too.”

“How about that video we made last weekend in New York?”

You giggled at the memory of just how wild that weekend was. Alcohol, the nastiest sex of your life; you had barely spent the weekend empty of his cum, just the way you liked it. The knowledge that he held the footage of that very weekend on his phone was both parts scary and exciting; anyone could see the both of you lose control, all it took was a lost phone or an accidental sending of the video to someone, but the reward far outweighed the risk.

“Not us, put some real porn on. I want you to watch strangers fuck.”

There was silence for a moment as Lewis fumbled with the screen of his iPad, quickly finding exactly what he wanted to watch in his weary state, before propping you up on the pillow next to him.

“Now play with yourself…”

Lewis needed little encouragement, the throbbing of his dick made it so the relief from the slow strokes of his palm only settled his cravings for you just a little, just enough to make it more tolerable.

“What can you see?”

He cleared his throat as if suddenly vulnerable to the thought of you hearing him in a moment so very intimate, yet his little moan he let out after, told you how much he enjoyed being on show for you, in some form anyway.

“She’s on all fours…head buried in the sheets, he has her hands held behind her back…ugh…”

If you could have bottled the way his voice sounded, made it so it was permanently in that tone, it would have been that voice exactly. Husky, both pleasure and desire made it so the gravel in his voice was telling, and nothing turned you on more.

“Just how I like it, isn’t it?”

“Yes baby, just how you like me fucking you…fuck, this is torture. Can I fly you out here tonight please?”

His voice was a whine now, you could hear the way he was tortured by his ever growing need of release mixed with the fact that nothing he did to himself was quite enough to satisfy the urge he had for you. Only you knew how to please him, better than anything he could ever do to himself, that was the power you held over him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You know I can’t do that babe, you can wait a little longer. Now tell me what you see, tell me how he is making her feel good.”

“She can barely open her eyes now, he has brought her all the way up to him so he can kiss her while he fucks her.”

You found yourself unable to hold back from reaching below your desk, opening your legs and running a finger over the outline of your panties. The damp material of your panties made you smirk, it was incredible how Lewis turned you on so easily.

“Is he as big as you, Lewis? Is he making her ache with how wide he is stretching her open?”

“Fuck baby, if you keep talking like that I am going to forget the race tomorrow and fly straight home to bury my dick in you tonight.”

“Oh, am I making this difficult for you?”

“Very…ugh…very very difficult baby.”

Lewis had no idea that with every moan he let out, the more tempting it became for you to forget your meeting completely and just let your actions be led by the burning desire you had within you.

“So I shouldn’t tell you that I just felt how wet I am from hearing you? I shouldn’t tell you that I am imagining you stroking your dick and how much I wish I was knelt in front of you, tasting you, as you grab my hair and force your dick down my throat so hard it hurts?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…that was close.”

“Did you stop yourself for me?”

“I did, but fuck that was so hard this time.”

“Thank you, it will be worth it, I promise.”

Lewis was now so accustomed to the games you played whilst he was away that he did exactly what you wanted without you even having to ask him. Whilst Lewis was most definitely the more dominant of you two, it did not stop you toying with him, it did not stop the lines of control blurring sometimes, it was something you both enjoyed and something that came so very natural to you both it took no effort or no thought behind the everyday scenes that played out and they played out so perfectly.

“I have seven more minutes until I have to be in a meeting, use them wisely.”

“I’m stroking myself again, watching her ride him and she reminds me of you so much. She’s good, she is using his dick just for her own pleasure, exactly how you do.”

“You like it when I do that, don’t you? You like being used as my toy?”

“More than anything…I love feeling your pussy rock against my dick as you lose control.”

“Lewis, I can hear how close you are, don’t spoil it now.”

“I won’t baby…I won’t, I’m saving it all for you.”

You pictured him laid out on the bed, naked but for the beads of sweat that covered his beautiful skin, making it glow even more than usual. He was straining to hold back his release, you could hear that in his voice alone. With the hand not wrapped around his dick, he would rub it over his chest first, tickling the stubble of his shaved chest hairs before he played with his beard, and catching his forehead once out of his lips escaped a moan he could not hold back.

You had only caught Lewis pleasuring himself once, but that image was forever burned in your mind, it was by far the hottest thing you had ever seen, and as you shared moments like this, it helped you complete a picture of the man at the other end of the phone.

“I can’t wait to be covered in it all, I can’t wait for you to be so desperate for that sweet release that you fuck me so hard I struggle to walk for a few days.”

“I will baby, I swear. I’m going to ruin you. Do something for me?”

“Anything…”

“Run a finger through your pussy, let me hear how wet you are.”

The squelching sounds of your wetness rang through the phone as you did just as you were told, you slid two fingers inside yourself to really make him hear it. You could hear how much he enjoyed it as he moaned so loudly you could hear it still, despite the phone now being at your waist.

“Good girl, now taste yourself…”

You brought your finger up to your lips, sucking on the finger with just enough effort to make sure Lewis heard it all. He was now so worked up he could do nothing about his constant heavy breaths, his little groans, the burn at your core was almost unbearable now, and you knew his was even worse. You admired his ability to hold back from his release, knowing you almost definitely would not be able to do the same right now.

“You taste sweet, don’t you? Now push them down your throat…”

You followed his instructions so well, feeling further back with your finger, something he had done so many times before with his own.

“That’s it, baby…keep going…let me hear it…”

You pushed so far back in your throat, your lipstick staining the part of your fingers that it normally stained on Lewis; you always left his finger tattoos with a deep red tint.

“Mmm there it is, my favourite sound. I swear, the moment I am home I am going to make you gag until there are tears running down that pretty face.”

“Shit I have to go, Lewis.”

A knock on your office door made you remove your fingers in panic, knowing that there would be absolutely no way to explain what you were doing to yourself in that moment, had you been caught.

“Baby, you better catch your breath before you leave the room, everyone will wonder what is wrong with you otherwise.”

Lewis’ naughty giggle was loud, he was teasing you about the state he had brought you to, knowing that you now knew exactly how he felt, knowing that you would spend your meeting thinking of nothing but how bruised your throat felt after he had fucked it.

“Safe race today please.”

“I’m always safe, go kill your meeting.”

“I always do.”

There was a silence for a moment, both of you lingering in the air of your individual successes whilst you fought against an overwhelming desire. Neither one of you wanted to say goodbye first.

“Oh and Lewis…”

“Yes baby?”

“Do not cum, I’ll know.”

His giggle was breathy, tired, as much as he loved being in control, there was something about the way you commanded him that made his dick twitch in his hand.

“I know you will. Don’t worry, I’m saving it all for you my love.”

“Good boy.”

You only ever got away with calling him that when he absolutely could not argue back against it, and you hanging up the phone the moment you said it meant that he definitely couldn’t now.

Your meeting was in full swing when you noticed your phone light up on the desk beside your notes, Lewis’ name again, but this time it was a message. You tried to ignore it, fought against your urge to know what it said, but you still hadn’t recovered from your call with him. You gave into your desire, and the moment you did, you immediately knew it was a mistake.

Have you ever seen an image so mind melting that it takes you a few minutes to really take it in? This was one of those images.

As your colleague rambled on with words that you were paying absolutely no attention to now, you stared down at the screen in front of you.

You had seen the dick in front of you a thousand times before, so often that you could recite the trail the most prominent vein took without even trying, yet it was so perfect to look at, it always felt like the first time.

The tip of his dick was darkened with the way his hand strained around the shaft, a tip so swollen with the need for release, yet glistening with the glow of precum all around it. Your mouth salivated at the sight.

Your favourite part of the image though, the very best part, was the way his finger tattoos were so prominent, their attempt to steal the spotlight did not go unnoticed. His tiger tattoo, the one that was normally covered in your juices, was now glazed with the slick wet of his own juices; if you hadn’t known that Lewis would not disobey your want for him to not cum without you, you would never have believed that precum could be so heavy.

Under the message sent with the image, Lewis made sure that if the picture hadn’t caused you to be unable to function for the rest of the day, his words most definitely would.

“Take a good look at this dick, because tomorrow you won’t see it all. It will be covered in your pussy, stuck in your throat, and baby…I’m going to make you cum so much you will be begging for mercy before the end of the night.”

You were truly gone now, lost in the hypnotising need for him, for every single part of him. You did so well to function as a woman at the top of her game, despite the man you had at home, but moments like this made it quite impossible for you to do anything but be overwhelmed by your deep need for him. It took all of your strength to not leave the room and get on the first plane to join him. Your love language was sex and Lewis was expressing that so very well right now.

“I love you too, Lewis.”

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