Through the strained nude fabric I can see how wet she is for me, and I scoot my chair in, reaching a hand out to palm her core.
Her head falls back as my fingertips circle slowly over her clit through the damp cloth. Her hips rock forward, searching for more, nearly begging me, and I won’t leave my girl hanging.
“Tsk, tsk,” I tease, pulling my hand back.
“I need…” she whines, but her whines are stifled when I slide my pointer finger under the side of her panties, brushing the back of my knuckle against her bare cunt.
“What do you need, baby?”Tell me,I beg to her. I’ll give you anything you need.“Do you need me to touch you? Something just to take the edge off?”
“More than that,” she grunts, her hips beginning to rock against my hand.
“How badly do you need it?” I love hearing her moans, knowing that these last few months she has been dying for me as much as I have been living for her. I want to know that she thinks about this, too. That she’s spent just as many restless nights thinking what it’d be like if I were to fuck her.
“I just … I need …” she grits out with her bottom lip falling open. She reaches for me, but I lean just out of reach.
“You need me to do what? Kiss you? Lick this pretty pussy?”
“Let me ride you.”
Alright. Not what I was expecting at all, but when the words roll off her tongue my cock twitches, and I loosen the tie on my scrub pants to give it some space.
“You can’t wait to sit on this dick, can you baby?” I muse, leaning forward to tug on her underwear. When the fabric is taut, I release it, and she squeals when it slaps her wet skin.
“Shhhh, we wouldn’t want anyone wondering what we’re up to, now would we?” I keep my voice low and slow, trying not to laugh as she lies back down, her hand scrubbing over her face.
“You’re killing me,” she whispers from under her palm. “I’m going to die from being turned on so much and you have the audacity to laugh at my pain. You truly are an asshole.”
I chuckle at that and stand up to lean over her body. I drop myself on her so we are chest to chest and capture her mouth in a slow kiss, taking my time to swirl my tongue into her mouth. But when she rakes her fingers through my hair and tugs me toward her, rocking her hips up to grind against me, I lose all control.
“Taste me, Colter. Please.”
Please. That one word from her is all it takes. My hands find her hips and I curl my fingertips under the sides of her thong as I slide it down her long legs. I get one leg out before her full cunt is on display for me and I forget about the other leg. I let her thong hang from her ankle.
It’d be so easy to fuck her right here, right on my desk with the world outside. She's at the perfect height that I could slide right inside her and the temptation is almost more than I can take.
But I heave in a breath, forcing myself to have some restraint. I take my seat at my desk, and move my chair forward to curl my hands under her ass. She rolls her hips up to meet me, and I bring a finger up to swipe through her center, finding her soaked.
“Jeez, baby, is this all for me?”
She whimpers in response, inching herself lower on the desk and closer to me. And with a slow, leisurely swipe, I lick from her center to the top of her clit, pausing to swirl my tongue once I reach my favorite part.
She bucks when I reach her clit while bringing her hand up to slap over her mouth.
I grin, knowing that I have her at my mercy. Getting to touch, taste, and explore this body while she’s fighting to keep herself from screaming carbonates my blood.
I continue my slow torture, licking and sucking her perfect pussy, swirling my tongue against her skin like I did her mouth. When I take two fingers and slide them into her, she releases the hottest moan I have ever heard.
“Baby,” I grunt as I pump my fingers in the same rhythm as my tongue. My free hand squeezes her ass, and I wish for a moment I had her on her knees, sitting on my face so I could have both hands free to roam over her perfect body.
Instead, I take my free hand and bring it to the waistband of my scrubs, pulling the fabric down to free my dick from my pants and briefs. It bobs free, precum already seeping from the tip. I meant to give it a few strokes just to release the pressure, but with my fingers in her tight little heat and my tongue tasting her, each stroke feels better than the first.
“Colt,” she chokes out, hips bucking against my hand. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“You’re going to come, baby,” I tell her. “You’re going to make a mess of me, and I fucking love it.” It’s fitting that she makes a mess all over my hand. My desk. My face. It’s only fair since she’s already made a mess of my head and my heart that she makes a mess out of everything else. It’ll be something to remember her by once she leaves.
I’ve never had this feeling before. Where pleasuring a woman turns me on so much that I’m pretty sure I’m going to come without being touched in return. With each firm stroke of my cock, and each groan that echoes from my office walls as I bury my face in her, that familiar feeling emerges. My balls tighten up as her breaths quicken, and when I adjust my hand to stick a third finger in, I curl them just right and she detonates.
She slaps a hand back over her mouth, hips rocking up and down, ankles crossing over my shoulders as she squeezes around my fingers, and before I know it I’m spilling all over my hand, fisting myself as I cum on the carpet underneath my desk.
