Page 170 of Ex Somnis

“Spit it into your hand.”

She does so without hesitation, letting the warm mess pool in her palm. Satisfaction hums through me, not just from the incredible orgasm, but because this is the same woman who was nervous about taking off her shirt.

“So obedient.” I crouch enough to grip her thighs and lift her easily, setting her on the edge of my desk. Papers and notes scatter everywhere, but I don’t care, which tells me enough about how locked in on Lennon I am right now.

Her back meets the wood, and I drag her sweatpants down her legs, revealing her matching black lace panties underneath.

“Such pretty underwear,” I murmur, palming her through the fabric.

I meet her eyes and begin rubbing slow, firm strokes up and down her slit. When she starts to pant, I hook a finger in the lace and pull it to the side, exposing her completely.

“Spread my cum all over your perfect cunt.”

Her breath hitches, but she obeys beautifully again, gliding her palm over herself, rubbing my release over her clit, and pushing it inside. Her legs, twitching from the intensity, try to close.

“Open up and let me watch.”

She pants even harder as she spreads them wide, completely exposed on my desk. My cum shines on her pretty pink slit, and she pushes it inside herself even deeper. My cock jumps against my thigh at the sight.

“Keep doing that,” I rasp, pulling the cups of her bra down to free her breasts. I roll and pinch her nipples, my gaze tracking everything as she keeps playing with herself. I’m almost fully hard again, so I grip my cock and glide the head through her cum-covered slit, teasing her entrance and clit with slow strokes.

She gasps and arches into every pass.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Lennon?” I demand, pushing harder against her.

“Y-yes.”

I pull the lace completely to the side, then slide my cock underneath it so the fabric wraps around my shaft, pulling taut against her cunt. I start thrusting slowly, letting the lace and her soaked folds guide me up and down her slit, rubbing firmly over her clit with every stroke.

“Paul, oh fuck,” she moans out, her head falling back against the desk.

“Five years,” I groan out, rocking against her, still not pushing inside, savoring the feel of her. “Five years, and it’s all been worth it. Even if you tell me to stop right now, this still would have been worth it.”

“Please, please, I need you, Paul. Don’t stop.”

I freeze and give her a warning look. “Don’t rush me, darling.”

She whimpers, hips twitching. “Just the tip,” she breathes, voice trembling with need. “Please, Paul. Just a little bit.”

“Lennon.” I almost growl her name, eyes on her breasts as they bounce with every glide of my cock.

“Just the tip,” she repeats, softer, eyes glassy and pleading when they find mine. “I need to feel you. Please.”

That word from her mouth is lethal.

I groan, pull off the lace again, and notch the head of my cock at her entrance, pressing in the barest inch, enough to feel her heat clench around me.

Fuck.

I hold perfectly still even though every muscle in my body screams to sink deeper.

“Like this?”

She nods frantically, a broken little sound escaping her. “More. Just a little more.”

I give her another shallow inch, then pull back, teasing us both with the slow drag. In and out, never more than the head and a little beyond, rocking enough to feel her squeeze around me.

It’s torture of the sweetest kind.