“Sit here.” I patted the desk and she moved there, perching on the edge. I rolled the chair forward, trapping her between my legs.
I slid my palms under her top, across her flat stomach, pushing up until the panties came into sight, and they were even better than I’d imagined. Tiny lace straps secured them across her hips and I nearly blew my load as my hands ran across her ass, an ass as firm and juicy as a ripe plum, across nothing but smooth bare flesh.
“A thong?”
She nodded.
I groaned. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”
My thumbs hooked underneath the elastic, her breath hitching as I skimmed her skin and pulled them down until they hit her ankles, so slowly the movement was barely discernible.
“Felix. Please.”
I looked up into eyes so glazed with lust I had to physically restrain myself from laying her across the desk and fucking her like my life depended on it. “Molly, stop being so fucking impatient. If you want me to touch you, I’m doing it on my terms.”
She bit down on her bottom lip and watched my hands run up her calves, hooking the back of her knees, lifting them so her feet were placed firmly on my thighs, right in my eye line. She was trembling under my touch, unless it was me who was trembling, because I couldn’t be sure. I untied the laces of her sneakers, slipping them off one at a time, removing her pants and thong, dropping it all on the floor to my side, without a second glance.
Her hands fell behind her on the desk, her back arching as I moved her legs apart, exposing her to me, exposing her pink pussy, dripping in need and arousal and desperation for my touch.For me.I’d never seen anything so exquisite, in any of my wildest fantasies.
“Fuck, Mol, you’re so beautiful.”
Her hips shot back as I skimmed across her folds, my thumb spreading her juices everywhere, pulling her lips apart, opening her up to me further. Her clit was so hard, and I felt a deep throb come from within her as I rubbed across it, causing her to cry out.
“Sweet Jesus, fuck.” The trembling in her thighs became violent, and I held them open as she inched closer to the point of no return.
“Molly, look at me.”
Her head lifted up, her eyes brimming with need and arousal and impatience. But it would be worth the wait.
I wanted her to see stars.
I wanted this to be the best orgasm she’d ever had.
And I wanted to give it to her.
I slipped a finger through her wetness, into her tight, warm pussy, before adding another, curling them around, rubbing against her g-spot while her juices dripped around me, down onto my hand.
“Fucking hell. You’re so wet for me. Do you like when I do this? How good does this feel?”
She tried to speak but there were no words. I increased the pressure and her jaw slackened as her eyes stayed trained on mine, her lids so hooded they were barely open. Her breath was coming in bursts, her chest heaving as I slowly pumped in and out of her, her soft silky walls throbbing around my fingers. As my thumb flicked over her clit once more, she exploded on to my hand, and I watched her pulse in front of me as she moaned into the room.
It was easily the most incredible thing I’d ever seen in my life.
She fell back onto the desk as she caught her breath and I removed my fingers, sucking every last drop of her nectar off me. She was as sweet as honey, and now that I’d tasted her, all I could think about was when I’d get to taste her again. And again. And again.
She lifted herself up and looked at me, her tongue darting out, licking across her lips. I wanted them on me, on my body. I wanted to feel them everywhere. I didn’t dare move; I was so jacked up that I would likely come in my pants with the slightest friction in any form.
“Lex, that was incredible.” I leaned into her palm as she cupped my cheek. “Now it’s my turn.”
I shook my head. “This isn’t about me.”
“No, this is aboutus. Let me. I want to taste you.”
She pushed the chair with her foot and I wheeled back until I hit the wall, then she dropped to her knees, and all I could do was blink and stare at her.
Who was this temptress, this siren in front of me, and what had she done with Molly?
“Mol, you don’t have to.”
