When he pushed into her, she gasped - the feeling was dizzying and fulfilling and she had felt so little for so long now, it was nearly overwhelming. This was what she'd been missing, even during sex with her husband, this feeling of being completely overwhelmed.
Her name on his lips sounded like a prayer, but rougher, and she nipped out at him before he moved to kiss her everywhere. Her back hitting the door, the sensation of him inside of her, it was deliciously painful. "Fuck, Robert," she gasped out, "Harder," she wanted to have bruises she needed to hide, wanted him to feel sore all day during filming from pounding into her.
"You're going to think of this all, I want you to smell me all day," she ground out, gritting her teeth, trying to slow her raging heartbeat to drag this out. Her arms were tight around him, pulling him into her with everyone of his thrusts but it wasn't enough. "Put me down," she said suddenly, she wanted to bed over the desk for him, feel him as deeply in her as he could possible go.