Request (Chapter 21)
Ivy:
“And the….hmm… no… it is evident that this institution cannot be permitted to continue their reign of terror upon... hmm… the…”
We are still sitting on the bed with the coffee table before us, various papers are scattered about the table and in rough piles on the floor. It’s a form of disorganized organization, and it’s one where I am scared to touch the piles in case I mess up Giddean’s chaotic system.
“Hmm…” I nod encouraging him to continue. I don’t want to interrupt his work because I don’t know much about giving political speeches, I will admit it.
He continues writing notes, drawing arrows to covey where he wants certain points to go. Watching him work is well… boring. I shift through various papers trying to look productive as he writes. I am hesitant to break his concentration when he is making so much progress. Lunch comes and goes, and he barely eats a bite of the sandwich that James brought in.
I feel stiff from all the sitting and I feel an almost desperate longing to see the outside of Giddean’s bedroom. But I don’t want to leave, this is too important, too vital, and I want to support him. So I will sit here even though my butt has started to go numb and I think I smell like stale sex.
“Shit”
I look up at him from the papers I have probably gone through three times, “What is it?”
“I forgot I need to send a request for floor time, shit” He slams his hand down on the desk.
“Oh.. uh... what do we…?”
Giddean grabs a new piece of paper and begins writing again. I feel sort of out of place since I’m not really doing anything productive, but I want to stay nearby and support Giddean in this mission.
After a few minutes, he stands up from the bed, taking his new paper with him. He throws open the door.
“James!” Giddean yells down the hallway so loudly I reach up to cover my ears. Goodness, he has a set of lungs on him. “Sean, where is James?”
I can’t see Sean from where I sit as the door is blocking him but Sean replies something and then Giddean curses something under his breath before handing Sean the paper and saying “Fuck, why do I keep these people employed? Here take this to the Majority Leader at city hall as soon as possible.”
I don’t hear what Sean replies, but Giddean is soon shutting the door and stomping his way back to the bed, muttering under his breath.
He sighs as he sits down, “I think I need a break”
“You have been working all day”
He hums his response before looking over at me, I'm sitting on the bed in his shirt and little else. He is probably wondering why I never changed, I am wondering why I never went back to my room to change. But I just couldn’t leave, I wanted to be there to help in any small way I could.
“And I’m hungry” He adds.
“That’s not too surprising, you barely touched your sandwich” I stand up to go to the side table and grab his half-eaten sandwich.
As I pass Giddean reaches out and grabs my hips dragging me back so I’m sitting on his lap. I feel something poking my bottom. Ooh okay.
“Not for the sandwich” he clarifies whispering in my ear. I try so hard not to roll my eyes as he begins kissing my neck. I lean my head back giving him more access and start grinding my butt into his lap.
His hands slowly lift his shirt off my body and soon I am exposed. “There is nothing sexier than a woman with a passion” he mumbles into my neck.
I want to disagree and say that all I did was point out an obvious point and then I sat around all day while he did all of the work. But one of his hands reach my center right as I open my mouth to protest and I decide it’s not important right now.
His finger flicks my clit so that a wave of sharp pleasure rolls over me. Oooh, he does it again. Soon waves of intense pleasure are rolling over me. I am a moaning mess as I try to rub against him, the buttons of his fly digging into my butt with each pass.
It’s not quite fair that I am naked and he is fully dressed. I turn in his arms causing his hands to raise around my waist. I kiss him fully on the lips as I try to undo the millions of tiny buttons that hold his shirt together.
After I have managed to somehow undo half of the buttons, Giddean grips the bottom of his shirt and tugs it over his head. I run my hands through the sparse hairs on his chest before gripping his shoulders.
He grabs my hips and gently encourages me to stand. He follows me, fiddling with the buttons of his fly. “Lie down, sweetheart”
I crawl over the bed to do as he says. Giddean has never called me anything endearing before and it makes me melt inside.
I haven’t managed to turn around and lie when I feel his hands on my hips from behind.
“I’ve changed my mind, this view is…. perfection” He murmurs half to himself. I feel the bed dip as he gets on the bed behind me as he continues to palm my hips.
Deciding to tease him, I lower my upper body so I am close to the blankets and my butt is high up in the air. I wiggle my butt to and fro, and let out a little giggle as he groans.
But it’s my turn to groan as he swiftly enters me from behind. Is it possible he got larger? I feel stretched to my limit by every inch of him. He pushes my hips away and he pivots his hips and then he slams into me causing his balls to crash against my clit. Ohh God.
I grip the bed with my fists, screaming into the sheets with each thrust. I don’t last long, my lady bits sensitive from all the recent activity, and I moan loudly as I come.
I try to hold myself under the weight of Giddean’s body thrusting into mine, but I’m exhausted and I soon collapse into the bed with my butt only slightly elevated.
Giddean roughly thrusts a few times more before spilling into me. He collapses next to me, panting heavily. He wraps his arms around me and drags me to him.
“Thank you, sweetheart” he whispers as he brushes a kiss on my brow.