I take three steps and pull her to the edge of the desk, leaning down to kiss her, but then move on to her tits, taking each nipple into my mouth, driving her insane to the point where she almost screams.
Grabbing her face, I squeeze harder than usual. “You’re going to take this.” I unfasten my belt, take it out of its loops, and fold it. “And you’re going to bite on it anytime you feel like making loud noises so that nobody here can hear your moans or screams.”
She swallows hard as I wait for her to decide whether she’s comfortable enough to do this.
“Okay.” She opens her mouth, where I gently place the belt, and she bites down on it. The sight instantly makes precum drip from my cock.
I go back down to her nipples to test the makeshift device, and her moans, though still present, are deeper and throatier as she bites the material.
“Perfect,” I whisper against one of her breasts, and her head tilts back. “I’m going to lick your pussy until you come now, Emma.”
Her entire body shakes once, and I smirk at how sexy and needy she is for me.
Getting on my knees, I pull her closer and dive right in, my patience gone after months of waiting to put my tongue inside of her.
I move my tongue up and down her slit, paying close attention to her clit, testing how fast she likes it. My eyes peer up to see her gazing at me with wide eyes, one of her hands pinching a nipple. I groan against her, tasting the second to last part of her I had yet to taste, and it’s better than I ever could have imagined.
She writhes, but doesn’t react as strongly as usual, not until I flatten my tongue against her clit and slowly rub it. Her noises increase, and when I look up, her head is thrown back, her hand no longer on her nipple, and her legs shake around my head.
“Is that how you like it, baby? Nice and slow?”
Emma looks down at me and nods, wrapping her hand in my hair in an attempt to pull me back to her pussy.
I laugh darkly and return to my task, this time slipping two fingers into her, causing her to fall on the desk with a thunk. Shecontinues moaning, so I take that as a sign that she’s okay and doesn’t want me to stop.
Flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue in slow motions also seems to get her going, and I finally find the right rhythm between my fingers and tongue.
Fuck, she tastes amazing, looks sexy as hell, and smells perfect.
My dick is throbbing with the need to come.
I unbutton and unzip my pants, sighing against her when I’m finally able to stroke my cock. “I’m going to come with you, Princess. I’m fucking my fist because tasting you got me so hard it hurts.”
Her legs begin to shake, and I know she’s close. I lay my tongue flat against her clit again, only this time she grabs my hair and starts bucking her hips, fucking my face and fingers.
Oh shit, it’s the second hottest thing she’s ever done, and it’s going to make me come any minute now.
Emma’s entire body starts to vibrate, and I hate that she has to hold in her screams. I can hear her say she’s about to come, and I fuck my fist harder, grunting against her pussy as her body tightens before she shakes and trembles like crazy, letting out long moans, still rubbing herself against my face.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and feel my balls tightening before my cum spills all over the floor under my desk. The two dirty, filthy things happening at the same time make me come long and hard.
Emma is still shaking when I slide my tongue inside her, tasting her orgasm, making my body shiver, and I come a little more.
She pushes my head away and pulls the belt out of her mouth.
“I’m too sensitive and tired, Grayson.” Her eyes are closed, and she’s breathing heavily, just like me.
After tucking my dick back into my pants with shaky hands, I stand up and lift her upper body until she opens her baby blues and looks up at me with a lustful, drunken smile.
“Thank you for that. I didn’t expect it.” She wraps her arms around my waist and leans her head on me. “I’m exhausted.”
I run my hand through her loose strands and feel the same way I did last night when she stayed over, and we cuddled…not that she knows that either. Even though I’m unsure about the future, I’m sure I want to be in Emma’s company tonight.
“Come over,” I say quietly.
She sighs. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I have a test tomorrow and an essay due.”
Nodding, I pull her ponytail back slightly until she’s looking up at me with a questioning stare. Always something going on in that mind of hers.
