His fingers press against my pussy, and the heat between my legs grows more urgent. I spread them wider, encouraging him.
He hooks his fingers beneath my panties and tugs them aside, then slides a finger slowly into me.
I gasp in pleasure, overwhelmed by the intensity of this feeling.
He pushes his finger deeper and curls it against my front wall, slowly massaging me from the inside.
My head is spinning as I rock my hips forward against his touch.
I want him. I want to be with him, but this isn’t the right place, not for my first time. But I don’t want to stop. Inside me, two voices are arguing.Who cares where you are?Anddo this at home instead.
When Kristopher tugs his belt open, I realize that unless I say something, this is going to happen right here, in the copy room.
“Wait,” I gasp, regretting it instantly when he steps away from me, pulling his hand away, too.
“What is it?” he asks, tense.
“I…this is my first time,” I say, choosing to be direct about it.
“You’re a virgin?” he says in shock, too loudly.
“Shhh,” I hiss, horrified that someone might hear.
“Georgie, I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” He takes another step away from me, but I can’t bear it. I can’t bear the thought of him stopping again.
“No,” I blurt out in horror. “I don’t want to stop…I…” I don’t know what I want. I want my first time to be special, but I finally got to feel his touch, and I don’t want that to come to an end. I’m desperate for him.
He chuckles, that low, delicious sound that rumbles through me like thunder. Cocking his head to the side, his bright gray eyes wander over my face, studying me as though I’ve captivated him.
“Don’t worry, little one. We don’t have to go all the way,” he growls against my ear, stepping close to me again and pushing my legs apart.
He pulls my panties to the side and slides his fingers into me as his mouth finds mine.
The kiss, the way he pushes his tongue into my mouth, mimics the way he pushes his fingers into my pussy.
A delicate, gentle dance, exploring, feeling, sensing.
With one finger inside me, he uses the other to massage slow, teasing circles over my clit. My pussy swells against his touch, flooded with desire and the need for more.I want more.
The pleasure increases with each stroke of his hand.
Each movement has me shivering in his arms.
His lips are like fire against mine. His taste is a drug, and I can’t get enough.
Kristopher begins to move his hand faster, methodically stroking me, teasing and building the sensations flowing through me.
I moan against his lips, and it encourages him. It turns him on and has his hand pressing harder against me.
He growls, sexy and low, rubbing his fingers faster and faster over my clit.
My head begins to spin as the ecstasy of his touch becomes all I can focus on. The only things that exist are his hands on me. His lips on mine, his body pressing close to me. All I am aware of is him. Nothing else matters.
The orgasm hits me like a lightning strike. It shoots through my body, again and again, like an electric current, tensing my muscles, pulling and pushing.
I can barely breathe when it’s over, and I let out a heavy, charged breath.
Kristopher slowly slides his fingers out of me, and with a dark smile, he dips them into his mouth.
