“Mhmm,” she said.
“There will bea lotto go over,” I said, leaning in, my words bouncing across the nape of her neck.
“Mmm.”
I pressed my lips against her neck before letting my tongue trail up to just beneath her earlobe.
“Do you think you can handle it?” I whispered against her.
Her body shuddered as her hands gripped the desk.
“I-I think so,” she stammered quietly.
I turned to face her, my one hand still at the small of her back and my other now trailing the inner part of her thigh. I brushed my fingers against her.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
She let out a small moan at the new pressure of my touch.
“Yes,” she panted, her eyes finding mine and filled with desire.
“Good.”
I pushed my chair back from the desk and pulled her in front of me so her back was toward the desk. I grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked hard, not bothering with the clasp. They slipped off her hips and fell to the floor, leaving me looking right at the lacy pink thong just inches away from my face. I looked up at her and pressed my lips into a satisfied smile.
“This is what you’ve been hiding under your clothes?” I whispered, bringing my lips to her abdomen. In slow kisses, I followed the lacy waistband that lay flush against her skin. Her breath caught and I saw her tightly grip the desk behind her. I pulled my mouth from her delicious skin, and trailed my hands up her body. I slid off her blazer and worked the buttons of her blouse, revealing a matching lacy pink bra.
“And this?” I said huskily, my fingers running over the delicate fabric.
It was almost too much to handle. I reached for her hips, gripping them as I lifted her onto the desk in front of me. She let out a gasp at the suddenness. I pulled at her knees, spreading her legs apart, revealing the wetness seeping through the thin fabric of her thong.
“Have you been wanting me?” I asked her, tearing my eyes from the beauty before me and looking up at her.
She gave a slow nod, her hooded eyes looking down at me. I smiled as I spread her legs further before leaning my head in and placing a kiss against her. Her back hitched, but I held her steady as I ran my tongue against the lace. She tasted sweet and I hadn’t even tasted all of her yet. I ran my fingers across the edge of the lace, before pulling it aside to bare her to me.
“Jeremiah,” she whispered pleadingly.
I answered by slowly licking between her sweet lips until I reached her clit. She moaned as I repeated the motion, each growing faster. Harder. I pulled her lips into my mouth, sucking each one at a time. She grew wetter against my mouth as it moved up and down her hungrily. Her hands reached for my head, pushing me further against her. I lapped my tongue against her until her body arched.
She let out a quiet squeal as her hips lifted and her body stilled. I could taste all of her now, pouring into me. It was the best drink I ever had. She collapsed onto the desk in a breathless heap, her body shuddering in the aftermath of her orgasm.
But I wasn’t done with her yet.
I reached down and undid the clasp of my pants, desperate to free the straining against the fabric. I pulled them down and watched as Sadie’s eyes fell to my cock that sprung free from its cage. She swallowed hard.
“Do you want more?” I asked throatily.
An inaudible sound escaped her parted lips, but she nodded.
“Say it,” I said.
I wanted to hear it. I wanted her to ask for something. To demand it.
“I-I want more,” she stammered.
“What was what?” I cupped my hand to my ear as if I couldn’t hear her.
She looked like she was about to explode as she curled her fingers into fists.
