“How about next time,” I lean in close, bringing our mouths back together, “You tell me, and we talk about it.”
“I can try,” He says.
“That’s all I’m asking for,” I sigh, “Now if you don’t fucking kiss me in the next–”
He kisses me silent, cutting off my sentence with his tongue. He holds me to him like he’s afraid I’ll move away but I’m as trapped in this violent circle as much as he is. The hand at my thigh starts to push at the dress but only so the tips of his fingers can trace up my thigh, touching, caressing, the feather light whisper of his skin on mine shooting heat through my body.
I whimper into his mouth and the sound seems to snap something in him because one minute, we’re standing in the middle of the room, the next I’m being hauled onto the desk, my thighs being pushed apart so he can insert himself between them. The hem of my dress slips up to my hips, exposing my center and the thin lace I have covering me.
“Hey, Red,” He rasps, “You wear this dress for me?” He repeats his earlier question as his mouth drops to my neck and he plants open mouth kisses against mysensitive skin.
“Yeah baby,” I breathe, “So you could take it off for me.”
He chuckles warmly at my new answer and spares no seconds in dragging the dress up and over my head. I don’t even care that I’m semi-nude in some dusty restaurant office, I just need him. He groans when he drops his eyes down me, taking in the matching lacy bra to the panties.
“You better have worn this for me,” He slides a finger beneath the strap of my bra, tugging it down before he does the same to the other, then he grasps the cups and tugs, freeing my breasts which he takes into his eager hands, fingers stroking delicately over my peaked nipples.
I gasp, my head tipping back as he focuses on providing the stimulation to the sensitive tips, the sensation shooting bolts of pleasure to my pussy. Warmth spreads through me, through my core and down my thighs, an ache forming between my legs.
“More,” I stutter out.
“Don’t rush me,” He grits out before he drops his mouth to one of my breasts, teeth grazing over the mound before he flicks his tongue against my nipple and my spine arches into him further, needing more.
I feel him grin against me, clearly satisfied with my reaction to him and when he finally drops a hand between my legs, touching me above the lace I feel like I’ve just been shocked by a live wire. I cry out, pussythrobbing against the hand that strokes me not hard enough.
“So fucking needy, Red,” He praises, “That’s my girl.”
His praise is like a drug, getting me so damn high I never want to come down.
A rush of wetness drenches me with his words, and he fucking knows it too.
“Spread your legs wider, Willow,” He steps back, “Let me get a look at my needy girl.”
My body trembles as I do as he asks, holding onto the edge of the desk and I push my thighs wider, exposing myself to him.
“So wet you’re drenching your panties,” He rasps, “Touch yourself, Red, let me see you fuck that pussy like you did in the shower.”
I drag the panties away from my center and swipe my finger through my lips, gathering up my arousal against the tips of my fingers before I gently roll them over my throbbing clit.
He watches with a rapt focus, sliding the pad of his thumb back and forth across his bottom lip.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He grumbles before he steps forward and circles his fingers around my wrist, stopping my movement. His hands go to the belt around his waist, and he slowly begins to unbuckle it and then drags it out of the loops.
“Lay down for me,” He orders gently.
A breath stutters from my lungs as I ease myself down across the desk and watch him as he saunters around it, coming to a stop behind me. Taking the belt, he loops it around my wrists and then secures it to one of the desk legs.
“What are you doing?” I breathe.
“I’m going to show you how much I missed you,” He tells me, footsteps echoing around the room as he walks back and stops between my thighs.
He hooks his fingers into my panties and slowly drags them down my legs, popping them into the pocket of his suit jacket and then grasps me behind the knees. Guiding my legs up, he balances my heels on the edge and pushes them wide. My bra is still sitting beneath my breasts, pushing them up, but he seems to have forgotten about that as he focuses on my pussy.
I’m so wet it physically hurts but it doesn’t stop the edge of vulnerability seeping in which makes me want to close up and hide.
Not that I could anyway with his body between them.
He crouches slowly and a breath rushes from me as his fingers part me, and he blows the softest breath across me that feels like ice since I’m burning hot. My fingers curl into my palms, the urge to tug my hand into Sebastian’s hair making the belt rattle against the table.
