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Morgana groaned and let her head fall to her hands. She was slumped at her desk, bristling with frustration as her computer dinged with another email notification. She glanced up at the clock set into the wall of her office. It had been three hours of replying to people who should have understood her instructions the first time and fielding concerns over the company staying afloat.
If she kept this up much longer there was no way she would make it to her and Gwen’s dinner reservation on time. She suppressed a yawn and stretched her arms above her head, regretting the decision to become the CEO in her brother’s absence. Morgana refocused her eyes on the droll subject lines in her inbox. The phone on her desk buzzed, and when she pressed accept, her assistant’s voice rang out into the silence of her office.
“Miss Guinevere is here to see you, ma'am.”
Morgana’s heart picked up as she heard the muffled sound of Gwen’s voice on the other side of her office door.
“Send her in, and block my incoming calls.”
“Copy that.”
The door creaked open and Gwen walked in, curls falling loose around her gorgeous face. She was wearing dark eyeshadow and a deep red lip that accentuated her sly smile. “Hey,” she said, bright as ever.
Guilt climbed up Morgana’s throat. “Hey, I’m so sorry if I totally flaked out on you. I do want to go to dinner, but all this work is piling up and I’m pretty sure like five investors are gonna try to sabotage me if I don’t respond to them in the next ten minutes…” Morgana trailed off her rambling excuses, avoiding Gwen’s disapproving eyes.
Gwen stepped closer, sidling up to Morgana’s desk, towering over her girlfriend, black dress clinging to her curves. “I’m not going to repeat myself about outsourcing workloads and extended hours,” Gwen started. “We’ve been through all that before. And I know you want to go out but need to stay, so I deferred our reservations to next week and brought takeaway from that place you used to take me when we were broke students.” Gwen dangled the plastic bags in front of Morgana, the scent of fresh naan and daal and curry finally reaching her.
“You’re a godsend,” Morgana whispered, feeling the tension seep out of her bones.
Morgana reached out a hand for one of the bags but Gwen pulled them out of her reach. “But that’s for later,” Gwen said, setting the food down at the other end of the large wooden desk.
“What?”
Gwen smirked, leaning over her girlfriend, setting her hands on the arms of Morgana’s desk chair, caging her in and leaving her cleavage on full display. Morgana swallowed, trying to keep her focus.
“You have emails to send, love. But can you think of any way I could help you relax while you work?” Gwen’s eyes flickered down to Morgana’s lips. Morgana’s brain short circuited, fixated on Gwen’s smile and the thrum of want in her lower stomach.
“I don’t…”
Gwen tutted. “Are you cold? Is there a way I could warm you up?” She slowly sank to her knees on the wooden floor of the office, in view of the door if anyone were to enter. Morgana felt herself twitch in her trousers as her blood rushed south.
“Please,” Morgana whimpered, which earned her a brilliant smile from Gwen.
“Only when you start typing, baby.” Gwen’s hands paused at the hem of Morgana’s skirt, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Fuck,” Morgana muttered, pulling her laptop closer, opening the first email with her heart thudding hard in her chest.
She felt fingers work their way up her stockinged thighs towards her lacy underwear. Morgana felt exposed as she scanned the email for relevant information, skirt gathered around her waist and Gwen’s breath brushing against her cock through her pants. As she pressed reply, she was rewarded with Gwen pulling down her panties and grasping her in hand.
She faltered in her typing. It had been too long since Gwen had touched her like that. Morgana’s thighs flexed, work falling away as she felt Gwen breathe across the wet tip of her cock. Gwen pulled away, leaving Morgana keening and whining for more.
“I don’t hear any typing,” Gwen’s voice was breathy, and when Morgana glanced down at her, she saw that the other woman was glassy-eyed, her dark lipstick smudged.
“Ah,” Morgana squared her shoulders and refocused on the work in front of her, quick fingers flying over her keyboard as she felt Gwen’s hand circle her again. It was only gentle dry tugs at first, but as soon as Morgana had finished the first email she felt Gwen’s mouth close around her. She bit her lip as Gwen sucked and tongued at her head, pressing into the spot just below the crown that made her weak at the knees. Morgana’s hands trembled as she selected the next email, scanning it with frantic eyes as Gwen took her deeper.
“Oh, Fuck,” Morgana whined, bucking her hips up into the touch, thrusting deeper into Gwen’s mouth. That earned her a moan from Gwen, the vibrations sending sparks up Morgana’s spine. Morgana glanced down and met eyes with Gwen as she swallowed around her, pleasure thrumming through her blood as she fought for control over her concentration.
She could tell when it turned from pleasuring to just holding her in her mouth, something they had done many times before. When it all got a bit too much for one of them, they would spend the evening with either Gwen’s mouth around Morgana’s cock or have her sitting in her girlfriend’s lap, seated on her girlfriend’s cock. Gwen said it made her feel useful and cleared her mind. The same was true for Morgana, except there was always a sense of desperation as well. She loved how Gwen had the control, was the one who could ride her if she wanted, or to just sit there and doze on Morgana’s shoulder.
Gwen keeping still allowed Morgana the mental clarity to focus on the words she was typing, erasing the mistakes. By the time the gentle pressure around her cock has made her forehead bead with sweat and her stomach clench, she was on the last email.
Breathing hard, she let out a whine and squirmed in her seat as she added the final signature. Gwen let Morgana’s hard and straining length fall from her mouth, running her hand over the spit slick skin.
“You all done, baby?” Gwen asked, voice strained.
“Yeah,” Morgana said, wide eyes fixed on Gwen’s shining mouth.
“Good girl,” Gwen said, pulling at the zipper at the back of her dress, fabric falling to her waist and exposing her breasts, bare without a bra. “You wanna make me all pretty, covered in your cum?”
Morgana clenched her hand around the armrest, staving off her orgasm. “Please.”
Gwen gave her a wicked grin before taking her in her mouth, bobbing her head with each enthusiastic suck. Her tongue laved at Morgana’s cock, hands pressing into Morgana’s waist.
“Fuck,” Morgana groaned, feeling her orgasm cresting closer.
Gwen moaned around Morgana’s cock, sucking harder, the obscene sounds of slurping and panting making Morgana’s head swim.
“Coming,” Morgana gasped out, just in time for Gwen to pull off and direct Morgana’s cum to fall across her face and neck, gathering at her collarbones and trailing down between her breasts. When Morgana was able to form sentences again, watching Gwen lick of stray drops of cum from her fingers, she panted through her words. “God, you’re the prettiest thing.”
Gwen’s smile split into a grin and she stood, bare chest eye level with her panting girlfriend. Morgana took a hold of Gwen’s hips and lowered her to the desk, lapping up her own cum from around Gwen’s shoulders. She kissed Gwen with the taste of herself in her mouth, hungry and desperate as she worked her hand beneath Gwen’s panties.
Morgana brushed her fingers against the wetness gathered at her entrance, grazing her thumb over Gwen’s clit as she fingered her, the scent of sex permeating the room. Gwen gasped into her mouth, gripping Morgana’s wrist as her fingers sped up, pounding into her. It didn’t take long before Gwen was muffling a groan into Morgana’s shoulder and shaking through her own orgasm, wetness soaking through her panties.
When Morgana took her hand out of Gwen’s underwear, torn between getting to her knees for her or finally eating dinner, Gwen took her hand and sucked up her own juices from Morgana’s fingers. It made Morgana twitch beneath her skirts. She kissed Gwen’s cunning smile, tasting both of them on her tongue.