“I know,” she breathes, and puts her hand over mine. “I trust you.”
“Thank you. Now, I want you to put your heels on the desk for me,” I say in a low voice, and her eyes widen a little. “I’d like you nice and open for what I’m going to do.”
“Are you… Are you going to go down on me?”
I can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “No one ever has before?”
She shakes her head, and I swear my disappointment in the men of the world is palpable.
“Do you actually like it?” She asks shyly.
I chuckle, running my hands down her legs. “Are you kidding? I love it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Now…” I run my hands under the hem of her skirt, and she lets out a sweet little gasp. “Are you going to put your heels up on the desk so I can see your pussy?”
Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, and she slowly uncrosses her legs, raising them and planting her heels against the edge of the desk. I lean back to see, and sure enough, the sight she presented to me from across my office is even prettier up close. She’s wetter now, turned on and swollen, glistening sinfully in the afternoon light. I exhale through lightly gritted teeth, palming my dick through my jeans, trying to relieve something of the ache and the need that’s overcoming me. Because I know I need to slow down and focus on my girl, and make her feel good before I even think of doing anything about myself.
“Goddamn,” I murmur, and run my hands down her thighs. “You’re beautiful.”
She giggles softly, and I know being this open and vulnerable is probably a lot for her. I take off my sweater, and her face is alight with surprised delight.
“You have tattoos?”
I look down at my chest and shrug. “Sure do.”
“I like them.”
“I’ll let you take a closer look later.” I return my attention to her, to that delicious cunt that’s perched right here on my desk, and I ask myself how I got this fucking lucky. Touching her feels like crashing right through an electric fence, past all the signs that sayDanger! Go Back!
The shiver that goes through her as my finger strays over her clit sets my nerves on fire. Her head falls back as I rub her in slow circles, and she moans. I push a finger inside her gently, not wanting to hurt her. She’s tight and hot, and she claps a hand over her mouth as I stroke inside her.
“You don’t have to be quiet here,” I say to her, and her hand drops from her mouth. “You can scream as loud as you want, honey.” I add a second finger, and I have to clench my jaw hard to calm myself down, because fucking christ almighty, she feels so good.
As my fingers continue to work her, I lower my mouth to her soft, pink skin. I close my mouth over her clit, and suck. She bucks, crying out, a hand shooting through my hair and grabbing hard. It doesn’t hurt, not a bit, it feels fucking amazing, and the hot, wet pussy right in my face would be distraction enough.Holy shit.I forgot how much I really do love eating a woman out. I can’t help but groan as I swirl my tongue around her clit, my fingers gently working inside her, pressing against her g-spot.
“Theo,” she murmurs, her fingers sprawling and clutching at my hair. “Oh, oh mygod.”
I withdraw my fingers from her, licking her off them, then push them back inside, massaging her clit with my tongue. She tastes so sweet, so damn good, her juices soaking the beard I’d allowed to grow over the past couple weeks of being too busy to shave. I could douse myself in this smell, this heat, cover myself in her, and be fucking happy.
How did I even end up here? I don’t care, I shouldn’t care, and I don’t even know how I would ever explain to anyone that I was here, in my damn office on a fall afternoon, bringing a college student to orgasm with my mouth.
Her thighs shake, her breath hitching, and I feverishly think where my damn condoms are, because I need to be inside her as soon as she comes. They’re upstairs, I know they are,fuck why couldn’t I be prepared for this??I force myself to forget about that, and focus on Amber, on her moans and cries. Her cunt is clenching my fingers now, and then my tongue finds a spot that has her back arching, her body tense as it teeters right on the brink of release.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She cries.
There isn’t a possible world where I’d stop. I lick and suck like a man starved, and with a loud moan, Amber comes on my desk, her fingers sinking into my hair, her body shaking and her breath escaping her in short, hard gasps.
“Oh my god,” she moans. “Oh, oh my fucking god.”
I lick until she can’t stand it, until the clench of her thighs tells me she’s too sensitive to take anymore. I kiss her thighs, opening my jeans and releasing my dick, fisting myself with a groan.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” I mutter against her skin.
“Just do it,” she says, her head still thrown back. “Please, just, I don’t care, just do it.”
That would be irresponsible. I know it. She’s not in her right mind, and I know better than to do something like that.
