She gasps, her head rearing back as much as I'll allow it. She mutters a curse as her eyes scan the screen, looking through the multitude of pictures.
Pictures of her wearing skimpy pyjamas while standing in the kitchen, some of her cuddled up on the sofa under a blanket with Jellybean as she watches her favourite shows. There's even a few of her glaring at me angrily, thinking I was ignoring her, when, realistically, I was secretly watching her, not wanting to make my fixation for her known.
She takes the mouse from my hand and starts clicking through the photos.
"You've been watching me this whole time…"
I hum in reply and take advantage of her momentary distraction to rake my eyes down her body, bent over in front of me, tempting me.
A soft, silky pyjama top covers most of her olive skin, hiding the tattoo I know she has down her spine. The matching pyjama shorts cling to her wide hips, the hem bunched up slightly, allowing a sliver of smooth skin to peek out of the bottom.
Unable to help myself, I tighten my grip around her neck and smooth my other hand down the length of her back until I reach the bottom of her top and lift it slightly until I see the black scrawl on her back.
I lift the top to her shoulders, exposing her entire back to me, and I confidently lean forward, running the tip of my nose against her skin where the Spanish words are inked.
Brushing my lips along her spine, I trail my right hand down her side until I reach the dip of her hip, squeezing it gently as I push my hips forward, pressing my hardened length against her.
She moans and rolls her hips, matching my movements, and I groan from the sensation of her arse against my dick.
Leaning my body over hers, I remove my hand from her neck, placing it on the desk beside hers, and move my mouth up to her ear.
"I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you."
I feel a shiver travel through her body, and I smile in response.
"Does it turn you on, knowing I've been watching you, little viper?"
I slip my hand around her body, smoothing my fingers along her quivering stomach, and toying with the band of her shorts I desperately want to remove.
"Yes," she whispers, leaning her head back on my shoulder and placing her hand on top of mine.
Linking our fingers together, I place a gentle kiss against her neck, and then push my leg between hers, nudging them apart.
She adjusts her stance, spreading her legs willingly, and I growl against her in appreciation. Nipping at the skin on her neck, I use my right hand to tug her shorts over her hips and down her legs until they drop to the floor, pooling around her feet.
Her grip on my hand tightens as I snake my arm back around her waist, slipping my hand down her stomach and down between her legs until my fingers are flush with her bare, wet centre.
"Mmm, always so ready for me, aren't you, baby?"
She whimpers as the palm of my hand skims across her clit, my fingers sliding inside of her, and her inner walls rippling around them.
Rocking her hips, she grinds her arse against my cock while sucking my fingers deeper inside of her, moaning.
"Fuck," I mutter, crooking my fingers and twisting them until she tenses around me and gasps.
Smirking, I thrust my hips forward, pushing her and my wrist into the desk, and nestling my throbbing dick—that's still, unfortunately, covered by my trousers—between her arse cheeks.
"Dom, please," she begs, lifting onto her toes and then dropping back down, fucking my fingers. "I need more."
"Cum for me, and then I'll give you more, little viper."
Thrumming my fingers back and forth inside of her while pushing my hand against her clit, she rolls her hips around, and shaky, breathless moans pour out of her.
"Come on, Alicia, cum for me," I urge, leaning back so I can watch her body writhe beneath mine as pleasure overtakes her.
She whispers my name, her pussy clenching around my fingers, fluttering as she finds her release. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I watch her perfectly rounded arse grind against the bulge in my trousers.
Chapter Thirty-Four
