She drifts closer until she stands between my legs.
“You wanna finish what you started? Hmm? My cock has missed your eager mouth.”
She goes down then, crouches before me. Her hands are quick to displace mine. She tugs on my belt and zips me down. Seconds later, my cock is sticking out of my slacks.
Thick and veiny.
She sucks in a breath before diving in. It’s as I remembered. No, better.
I shut my eyes as sensation pours through me. Her mouth is wet and warm, rivaling the chilly AC. While her hand works the base, her tongue rolls around the head.
She flicks the slit with the tip of her tongue and I see stars.
I grab her hair, unsure whether to push her down and get more and pull her back because it’s too much.
Her moans get louder as I direct her movements, showing her how deep to go and when to let up.
She’s so hungry for it that when my grip slackens, she takes me into her throat.
Fuck! I tear my eyes open to see it for real, to believe that she’s doing this.
She’s looking at me. Her mouth at the base of my cock, her nostrils flared to receive more air.
The sight of her threatens to make me cum. I jerk back and she lets go, pulling in a gasping breath.
“That’s enough.” I pull her to her feet. “Show me what’s hiding under your lacy underwear.”
I draw her close until her hips are level with my face. Breathing raggedly, I yank up her skirt. “Hold.”
She does as she’s told.
I spend a second marveling at the spread of her underwear on her pussy lips, then I slide it to the side. I push a finger in to find that she’s wet and ready.
She moans, her knees beginning to tremble.
I ease her closer and she gets my intention quickly. She straddles my thighs, her knees on either side.
Grabbing her hips, I lower her down. My cock pokes her, searching for an entrance. It dawns that her underwear is still on.
It’s a flimsy piece of cloth and it takes only a twist of my fingers to take off. I pocket it and proceed to slide her down.
“Wait!” Her haze is gone, replaced by panic. “I’m on the pill and I got tested recently, I’m clean but—”
“I’m clean too.”
She believes me instantly, her gaze growing heavy. “Fuck me then.”
A lump forms in my throat. To stamp out that sensation, I plunge into her. She closes around me like a glove to a fist. It’s so good I throw my head back on a groan.
She falls forward, her face in the crook of my neck. She grips my shoulders, trembling. Her hips circle and I see stars.
I want more.
I capture her hips and help her ride me harder, better.
She’s moaning. Her screams combined with my groans fill the office. We’re loud, but that’s alright. No one comes into my office unannounced—except Baxter and he’s away. No sound leaves because it’s insulated that way.
It’s just us two.
