Why?

“I miss you, babe.” His voice oozes seduction.

“Stop it,” she bats his venturing hand away, an amused scowl on her face. “Finish your work,” she points accusingly at the stack of papers on his desk.

“Oh, come on,” he tries again. Deft fingers massaging her shoulders, feeling the bone and muscle under the navy blue uniform, “all work and no play make Roy a dull boy.”

He coaxes a slight moan from her lips, “Oh, god.” She rolls her head back, eyes closed, lips parted. Opportunistic, he bites down gently on her exposed neck, hands wrapping around her stomach, drawing her body closer to his. Her back arches involuntarily.

“Stop, stop,” she whispers, trying to show restraint, her hands rest on his arms as if trying to push him away.

“Why?” he questions whimsically, hands traveling upwards, framing the perfect curves of her body. He inhales the faint smell of her shampoo as his mouth attacks her ear lobe. His warm breath tickles the little hairs on her ear and she shivers. A splash of blond hair falls on her shoulders as Roy removes her usual hairclip and sets it down on his desk.

“There’s a no fraternization policy, sir,” Riza manages, a faint pink blush coming to her face.

“I think,” he begins, dragging his palms slowly up the sides of her body, “we’re a little past that point, Lieutenant.” He grabs her breasts suddenly, causing her to jump violently. He gently shushes her as he undoes the buttons of her uniform top, slipping it off her shoulders entirely. Her nipples are like buttons, peeking through the black, elastic top. He attacks them with his thumb and index fingers. Her breathing hitches as she grinds her hips into his.

“Someone might see us,” Riza’s hand reaches back to feel Roy’s face.

“I don’t think you care right now,” he peels the black top off her form, exposing her warm skin to the cool office air. Her white bra is immediately unclasped and tossed aside. His warm fingers cup the soft, heavy lobes, like delicate flowers. He brings his lips to her ears, once again, “you’re so beautiful, Riza.”

The comment catches her off guard and he spins her around, pinning her hands to the table. Before she can protest, he drops his lips and tongue to one nipple. Any argument is suppressed by a heavy, lustful groan, “Roy.”

The sudden warmth of his tongue, flicking the little bud back and forth, drives her back into a high arch, head pressing down into the table while her chest lifts to his mouth. He grins up at her as he moves to the other nipple. Drawing circles around the areola, he purposefully avoids the nipple, frustrating his adjutant. He releases one of her pinned hand, trailing the hand down her stomach. His touch is like fire, branding her skin, stirring her desires to maddening heights. She has never wanted him this way, until now.

His fingers pause at her belt buckle, eagerly releasing the constraint and pulling her uniform slacks down her legs. Boots and pants clatter to the floor, leaving Riza only in her underwear. She blushes a shade darker as Roy teasingly strokes her aching lips through her wet undergarment, mouth never leaving her nipple.

Her hips buck into his playful fingers. He smirks at her desire, hooking one arm under her legs. Suddenly, she feels the mouth of her commanding officer at her sex, softly breathing at her wet lips. She feels the wetness of his tongue as he applies pressure through the soaked undergarment and she cries out, loudly.

Inhaling her scent, Roy discards her underwear as well, revealing, fully, her silky, golden curls and the pink flesh of her sex, slick and glistening with her juices. He pushes down on her clit and she squeals, squirming, grabbing a fistful of his black hair, pressing him closer to her womanhood, bucking into his mouth. He draws teasing circles around the pulsing, swollen button before sucking on it gently. He inserts a finger into her dripping cunt and she moans again, grabbing at her tits, squeezing them. Feeling a soft, spongy wall, Roy grins into her sex and curls his finger into her g-spot.

“Roy, Roy!” She slams her fist down onto the table, shaking the stacks of papers, the staples and penholders. Her body is shuddering, alive, tingling with fire, lifting almost completely off the surface of the table, blond streaks splattered on the table like blood. She cries out his name, and suddenly he stops.

“Why?” She wails, voice cracking as she looks at her superior, her lover.

“Someone might see us,” Roy lifts his head from between her legs and replies devilishly.

Without another word, Riza grabs him by the collar and pulls the smirking womanizer to her lips and kisses him, parting his lips and forcing her tongue into his mouth. She hears his fingers fumbling with his own belt buckle and she draws him closer to her with both arms, crushing her soft breasts against the cold buttons of his uniform top.

“Riza,” he gasps, parting from their kiss, short of breath and panting. He frees his member from the confines of his boxer.

“Make love to me, sir,” the words sound foreign on her tongue, but her body knows this process well. Her hips buck into his, soft wetness rubbing against his pulsing cock. He trembles at the sensation.

When did he fall in love with her? He grabs his penis and rubs it up and down her wet cunt. She is groaning, hips bucking constantly. When did he fall in love with such a beautiful woman? She plants small, wanting kisses on his face, his neck. She nibbles on his collarbone. He wants her so much. Her hand fumbles blindly for his cock and he cries out in pleasure when her smooth fingertips grab hold of his head. She draws it closer to her entrance. When did she start loving him back?

He penetrates her in one smooth motion, cock thrusting effortlessly into her wetness, mouth clamping down on hers, swallowing the tremors and vibrations of her pleasure. He lifts her lips from hers, and looks at her flushed face, cheeks red, chest rising and falling with each breath, her parted lips, cherry red, “I love you.”

He moves slowly, rhythmically, feeling her tightness swallowing him, the warmth of her body and groans. The thought of his current predicament, fucking Elizabeth Hawkeye, makes every sensation, every touch, every thrust, every moan that much clearer.

Roy lifts her legs over his shoulder, fucking her with a renewed ferocity, slamming his cock into the soft, spongy spot of her bliss. Riza is clawing at his back, crying out, bucking. The desk rocks gently beneath their love making as papers slip off the edge and pens spill from their confinement.

The room is damp from their heated sex; the air is filled by their sounds of pleasure. Sweat coats her body, from her eyelids squeezed shut, to the tips of her toes, curved and arched over the epaulets of Roy’s uniforms. Her hands squeeze at his biceps for stability, or rather sanity, as her body is racked with pleasure.

“Roy,” he thrusts to the sound of his name as it passes from her lips, “Oh god, Roy!”

He needs not ask permission, her tightening walls and escalating moans and cries answer his question. He buries himself in the blinding pleasure of her sex, driving deeper and further as he explodes into her. Calling out her name, he collapses on top of her.

“Roy!” Her pulsing walls clinch his cock as she drains the last of his cum, shuddering from the after shock of a powerful orgasm beneath his body.

“I love you.” She claims his lips one last time before falling onto the table, arms splayed out above her head, hair fanning out beneath her. “Now, get back to work.”