My dick throbbed at the sight.“Yes.”
“Good.”
Suddenly, the dynamic shifted, and I felt more like the prey, even as I stood over her, buried inside her.
“You look so good like this.”Her feet caressed the backs of my thighs, teasing.“Are you going to give me what I want, Sam?Are you going to fuck me into this desk until I come?Can you do that for me?”
As if on cue, I bucked into her, and any thought of going slow was obliterated by her command.It’d be a miracle if I lasted at this rate.
She continued, goading me.This was the Tiffany I was used to.The one who had stormed into my office, my home, my … pants.Shit.“I bet you’ve pictured this before.I bet you’ve gotten yourself off to this.Haven’t you?”
I nodded, completely under her spell, my sole purpose narrowed down to the push of my hips to hers.
“Yes, Sam.That’s good.Keep fucking me.”
And I wasn’t about to disappoint her.Hooking my hands underneath her hips, I altered the angle, getting a reaction immediately.
“Yes, yes, yes.Right there, Sam.Fuck.Harder.”She managed between gasps.
My pulse was jumping in my throat, pulsing hard and strong.Keeping my hands on her hips, I started to move, faster and deeper, watching as she gripped the edge of the desk and cried out.
Suddenly, her knee jerked, a quick, startled movement as she called out, “Ah!Yellow.”Immediately, I slowed down, releasing my grip on her hip to stroke the muscles.She chuckled, the intensity of the previous moment distilled while she stretched her leg out.“Cramp,” she explained, still smiling up at me.“Either that or you hit something you shouldn’t have.”
She surprised a laugh out of me, loosening the tightness of my chest and spreading a different kind of joy through me.Only Tiffany.Jesus.What a revelation.
Not able to help myself, I leaned down to steal a kiss, swiping my tongue across her lips and deepening the kiss when they parted so easily for me.It would be so easy to get lost in those lips, in the terrifying way she set my entire body alight.
So easy to lose myself in her completely.
Pulling back, I softly kneaded her thigh.“Better?”I asked, happy when she nodded.
“Now, if you wouldn’t mind.”Once again, she rolled her hips, pushing a groan out of me.“I believe I asked you to fuck me into this desk.”
A huff of a laugh escaped me, the side effect of the giddiness I was feeling.Has sex ever been this all-encompassing before?Stupid question.Definitely not.
“Sam.”Her gaze was laser-focused.Powerful.“Fuck me.”
Damn, that about did me in.It wasn’t only the act of her commanding me that I was getting off to, but the power of her and this explicit expression of it.There was no doubt in my mind who was fucking who right now.
The slap of our bodies colliding intensified as I redoubled my efforts, hooking my arms under her legs to change the angle, make it sharper, deeper.
“Fuck, Sam.Yes!”Then, she was coming, clenching, tightening around me as she screamed my name.
It was all I needed to throw myself over the edge, coming inside of her, while her hand released her shirt, throwing it aside to caress my chest, where I felt my heart thrashing loudly.
I barely had enough energy to throw away the condom and pull my pants back on before I slumped back into my chair, trying to catch my breath.Out of habit, I rolled my shoulder, but there was only the same dull ache there always was.
Tiffany sat up on the desk, pulling her shirt back on.It was creased beyond recognition and did nothing to conceal the new marks blooming on her throat, but she didn’t seem to mind.“You, Sam Cooper, really are a surprise.”
“Is that praise I hear?”I asked.
“Don’t get used to it.”
“I would never.”I located my shirt on the floor and pulled it back on.“What do you think you’ll do next?”
She shrugged.“I haven’t decided yet.I’ve been approached by a few people, even a couple of bars in New York, but I’d need to know it was worth the move.I did get asked to write a book.”
“You’re a writer?”What couldn’t she do?
