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She nods, running her fingernails up and down my chest. “Yes! The one I saw you at the hospital with the next day. He’s blond with blue eyes. Tall. Gorgeous.”
“You just described me. Hello, I’m Kingsley, nice to meet you.”
“No!” she protests, her voice light with laughter. “He looked way younger.”
“What? Witch!” I grab her hips, threatening to dump her off my lap
But she laughs and wraps her arms around my neck, holding on tightly, burying her face in my shoulder.
And I can’t willingly free myself from her.
Instead, my hips rock slowly against her, meeting her rhythm.
Her hands still clasped behind my head, she pulls back, the laughter dying on her lips, her eyes dark with sudden want. My fist tangles in her hair, wrapping it once, twice around my palm, and I tug it back gently, baring her throat to me.
I love watching it tense and release with her breath. With her whimpers.
My other hand reaches between us, the heel of my hand pressing against her bare sex.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
I love how responsive she is.
My hand rocks back and forth, and she matches my rhythm with her hips. I shift so that she’s riding my thigh, like the night we were in almost this same position.
“Use my hand, use my legs to make yourself come, sweetheart. Let me watch you.”
I straighten my fingers, and she lifts her hips and sinks down on them, her head falling back as she groans.
Liquid sex in motion.
I have no idea how I kept my hands off her for so long.
“More,” I urge her, lifting my thigh to press my hand harder against her clit.
The moan catches in her throat, and she winces, in half pain, half pleasure, as my fingers curl, searching for that spot inside her.
The movements become more desperate, and her hand grabs at my bare chest.
I want to fuck her, but I can’t reach my protection, and I don’t want to stop her, not when she’s like this.
“Come for me, Luna. Give it to me. Fuck that perfect little pussy on my fingers.”
She lets out a deep breath and sinks all the way down.
There.
The tips of my fingers press inside her, finding that spongy part, and she screams as she explodes, drenching my hands and my thigh with her cum.
“Fuck, Kingsley,” she moans, her hips writhing. “Please… fuck me.”
I stand, easily carrying her with me, her legs wrapped around my waist.
I walk over to my desk, grabbing a foil wrapper on the way, and sink into my desk chair.
She fumbles with my pants, unzipping them and pulling out my cock before running her fist along its length.
Fuck.
