“You feel the pressure in the pit of your stomach?”
“I feel it,” she says, increasing her pace, sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, then rubbing circles over her clit.
“You’re so close. I can see it, baby. Hold it right there,” I say when I see her breath hitch.
“I’m going to come,” she cries.
As soon as she says it, I come.
“Come for me, Doc. Say my name and let it shatter you.”
I have no idea how my voice is as steady as it is.
“Saint,” she says breathlessly.
I’m out of my mind as I shoot ropes of cum onto my stomach, hitting my chest, and dripping down my hand.
“That’s it, baby. Feel it all.” I pull my dick, squeezing every last drop.
“Fuck,” she pants as she comes down. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before by my own hand.”
Am I feeling smug? You bet.
She leans back on her elbows while she catches her breath. Her body completely open, like an invitation.
But before I give in and cover her body with mine, I pick up my boxers and wipe off my hand, chest and stomach.
She watches.
Once I get my shorts and shirt back on, I twist up my boxers and shove them in my pocket, then I hold my hand out to her to help her off the desk.
“You good?” I ask her softly and pull her to me.
She rests her head against my chest. “So good.”
I don’t say anything else as I hold her pretty much naked in my arms.
After a minute, she moves back and out of my hold, then adjusts her bra and shirt back into place.
I bend down and pick up her thong and leggings and hand them to her.
“Thanks,” she says with a smirk.
Once she’s dressed, she leans against her desk with a glazed look in her eye. The look of a very satisfied beauty.
I watch her long enough to memorize this moment.
“So,” she starts, smiling.
I step back and run a hand—the one not previously covered in cum—through my hair.
“Yeah,” I say lightly. “I guess that takes care of that.”
She huffs out a laugh. “Really? You’re too much.”
“Yeah, you’ve told me that before.”
She shakes her head, smirking.
