Richard's flaccid cock slipped out of Evie's dripping sex as she stood. Her words and sudden tension conveyed a new, intensely flustered demeanor -- one filled with tinges of shame and likely regret. She pushed down her leather skirt, a gesture that cut off the exquisite access he had just finished filling up. She was full of dismay and uncertainly; Richard intervened. His hand swept around to Evie's front, spreading upon her stomach. The move kept her in place, preventing her from twisting, walking ... escaping. His free hand slowly reached down and lifted her leather skirt up once more, exposing her rear. The inside of her legs were as coated as his own; Richard slipped his nectar-drenched cock up into her rear end, nestling it warmly. The feel of Richard's hand could be felt cupping her exposed breast tenderly. Reaching up further, his fingers twisted Evie's face -- shielded in a curtain of sweat-curled, auburn locks -- to face him, to kiss him over her shoulder.<br/><br/>"You're not going anywhere," he whispered. Though soft, Richard's voice and tone commanded power with assurance.<br/><br/>Richard shifted them both backward, his hand steady on her to dissuade any thought of bolting. He lowered himself down into his leather chair, bringing her down to sit upon his lap. His strong hands maneuvered her legs over the arm, and her pussy sat right over his shaft -- which had hardened slightly with the newfound pressure. Richard did not seem interested in that just then, his hands gently caressing her breast as he kissed her lips. His eyes were wide and filled with wild fire, barely contained in his brusque outer shell. Evie aroused him like no other, and he wanted her to know that there was nothing wrong with their shared moment of intimacy. A smirk inched up one end of his smile as his hips shifted about, the last moments of their salacious contact about to end. Loving lips lingered as Richard's deft fingers tugged at Evie's white blouse, slowly fastening each button to return her modesty with approved dignity.