ACOTAR SMUT

Office, Rhys x Feyre

Rhys is buried head deep in the piles of paperwork covering his desk as Feyre walks in. Her hair falls down her back in gentle waves, brushing against the soft fabric of the thin nightgown she wears.

She pushes the heavy door shut, the sound bringing Rhys' attention to her as a wicked smile lights his face.

"All this for me?" Rhys chuckles, his eyes dancing as Feyre strides towards him. His tongue comes out to like his lip before biting down on it.

He leans back in his seat, allowing Feyre to silently lift a leg over his waist and settle onto his lap, facing him. His fingers reach out almost of their own will to trail across the skin of her neck and down around her covered breasts.

"I heard someone was deserving of a reward for all the terribly hard and strenuous paperwork they've been doing," Feyre says, her own hands running over Rhys' body. Slowly, she leans forward, her hips moving in tantalising circles that have Rhys gripping tighter onto her hips, to press their lips together. Their lips tangle together in a fight for dominance, sliding over each other as their bodies love of their own accord, pressing into each other in a desperate bid to find release.

It breaks the control Rhys has over himself as he pulls the nightgown over her head before burrowing his head into her neck and dragging his lips over her skin. His hands trail down her body, slipping into her underwear so his fingers can part her lips, pressing against her core. He lets out a deep groan at the feel of her soaked entry, calling his name and urging him to bring her to her release, to give her what she deserves. She loves against him, urging his fingers to enter her as his mouth meets her bare breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth as he bites down gently on it, nibbling.

Feyre grips onto his shoulders, using the movement to lift her weight to grind against his wrist as his fingers thrust into her in a rhythm that tantalisingly slowly picks up pace. His thumb teases her flit, each movement controlled as he knows exactly what it does to her body.

"Rhys," Feyre moans, attempting to push herself further onto his fingers to feel his reach deeper.

"Come for me, good girl," Rhys says, feeling his own arousal growing in his pants.

Feyre's moans fill the air as she finds her climax, her body shuddering against his as she releases.

Almost as soon as she is coming down, Rhys stands, cradling her body to his with one hand as he uses the other arm to sweep across his desk. The stacks of paperwork crash to the ground before he lays Feyre's body down over the desk, her back arching from the surface in a desperate bid to get closer to him.

He leans over her body, his mouth sending hot breath across her skin as his hands desperately reach down to undo his belt and pull down his pants; they don't even make it all the way off his legs before he is inserting himself into her, releasing a groan of his own.

He threads their hands together, holding Feyre's arms above her head so his mouth has free rein over her body. The light above them illuminated the crests and falls of Feyre's beautiful body beneath hind and the sight of her sweat slicked skin has the desire in his dick growing.

He sets a steady pace that has the air filling with their moans as his body finds the release it has been craving. The power of his thrusts has the desk slowly sliding across the floor. He joins their lips back together, breathing in her heavy moans as electricity shoots down his spine. Their tongues merge together, lapping up the taste of each other as their bodies move in tandem.

His eyes can't soak up enough of the sight before him. He grips her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the table and angling her just right to get a deeper angle that had the both of them calling out even louder. Each thrust feels delicious, his dick sliding easily in the remains of her previous release.

Together they release, running their hands over each other as they soak in the last moments of desire and pleasure that course through their bodies. Rhys again pulls Feyre's body to him, returning them to his desk chair to hold her to his chest as they find their breaths again. Meanwhile, Rhys' eyes run around the room, looking for the next place he can take his mate as soon as his dick finds its energy again.

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