"What's that?" I tease, straightening up, trying to give my dick some more room, sucking air through my teeth to keep the beast at bay.
"A present, silly. Don't tell me no one's ever given you a present before." She holds out the box between us in two upturned palms, like an offering. "I made it. Open it."
She's full on smiling now, and I can't stop imagining how her pouty, full, pink lips are going to feel wrapped around my cock.
"Okay, Pink." I can't help but call her that, because that's who she is. I reach for the box, but she jerks it away. She's looking at me through narrowed eyes, like I just told her I can catch her a unicorn.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
She lets out a defeated puff of air, and her shoulders slump as she holds out the box again. I take it, because now I really want it. I want to open the box, and I want to open her. Untie her like a gift and give her part of me.
I tug the end of the ribbon with one hand and hold the bottom of the box with the other. She's still swinging her feet andrubbing against the outside of my pants with every movement, making my heart pound out an SOS below my belt.
I slip a finger under the top flap and flip it open. When I see what's inside, all bets are off. There's no more weird. There's just fate and destiny, and I can't even fucking believe someone like me is saying those words, but it's true. She was meant for me, and nothing will keep me from her, from taking what's rightfully mine.
I imagine burying my face between her thick thighs, the sound of my name on her lips, and her cum filling my mouth.
"Pink," I growl, and the contrast between my voice and the word itself is as shocking as everything happening right now.
"Yes, it's a pink raspberry Napoleon. My own original creation. How did you know it would be pink?" Her eyes twinkle as she speaks. "I had to hold it the whole way on the bus to make sure it made it in one piece."
I shake my head, then set the box down next to us on the desk and bring my face next to her ear.
"Do you believe in destiny, Pink?" I don't give her a chance to answer. "I didn't until right now. Thank you for the gift. I'd love to eat it. But what I want to eat more is sitting right here on my desk, soaking through her panties. Get ready, my little May. You're about to discover what a real orgasm feels like."
"What?"
"Lift up your skirt," I growl, my teeth on her neck, taking my first bite. Her breathy whimpers vibrate against my mouth. I mark her here first, knowing full well it will only be the first. "I want you to show me what else you brought me."
I lean back, my eyes gobbling up every detail of her face, down her chest where my hands are already working to open the buttons on her sweater.
"Do it. Show me, I want to see your panties," I order, pinning her with my eyes. Doubt flashes across her face. "You didn't answer me before. Do you believe in fate, May?"
"I'm not sure." Her voice is barely above a whisper, and her fingertips move to touch the hem of her schoolgirl skirt.
"You should."
She lifts the navy pleats. There's a soaking round circle in the crotch of her white cotton panties, and my mouth starts to water. I've never tasted a woman before, and I'm glad I haven't because I wouldn't want to taint this moment. I'd never want to put my mouth on her after it's been somewhere else. She's too perfect, too pure. And she's all mine.
"Fuck." I can barely get the word out before my mouth attacks hers. My teeth take her bottom lip, one hand clutches her neck, and blood rushes through my ears.
She lets out a little pleasure yelp as I trace two fingers over the wet spot.
"That feels better than the kiss." The naive sound of her voice taunts me.
The pain in my dick is welcome because it distracts me from my own need. I will not take her like this, not now, on top of a desk. When it happens, it will be in my bed, in our home.
Our home.
When did I decide that? It doesn't matter. It will happen.
"Yes, it does. And wait until I get my tongue on your clit, Pink. Going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name."
“Apparently, you already have,” she giggles, but I’m done playing.
I'm shocked when she doesn't try to stop me. Not that I could stop if I wanted to. I want to give her this, more than I've wanted anything before. I want to hear my name on her lips when she cums because that's what I was born to do. Make her cum.
