We end up on the office couch without announcing it, knees bumping, hands everywhere, my skirt riding up as his fingers grip my tights and start to pull them down.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, rough but controlled.
I don’t hesitate.
“Don’t stop.”
That’s all it takes.
The restraint cracks.
“God,” he growls. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I manage a breathless little laugh. “Pretty sure I do.”
"Stand up," he says as he shifts to sitting on the edge of the couch.
I stand before him as he finishes taking off my tights and panties. One of his hands rubs my clit while two fingers from the other hand insert inside of me.
"You are so wet, I just want to taste you," he groans as he slides down so he's even with my pussy.
I can't help but widen my stance as he licks and teases my center while moving his fingers in deeper.
My head is back while I brace my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself as I start to lose control.
Within minutes, my legs are shaking and I almost lose my balance.
"God, Colby," I cry out, "this feels so good."
He already knows my body and now his fingers inside are fast and furious, while his tongue lightens to where I almost don't feel it. That alone, keeps me going for my second orgasm right then and there.
"Baby, you are so sexy. Look at you exploding all over me."
"Colby, please..."
"Please, what?"
"I need you inside," I say, trying to breathe normally.
I grab his hockey pants and pull them down quickly. He has a huge hard-on saluting me.
"Ride me hard," he says. "Look, this is just for you."
He sits back and I straddle him, placing his length inside of me slowly.
I am still so wet, that I immediately can start riding him fast and hard. Now, I'm in control and I'm going to have fun with it. After a bit, I slow down. Then speed up. Then slow down.
"Sloane, you're teasing me. Fucking hot."
"Good things CUM to those who wait." I giggle.
We both laugh and after I've teased him enough, I start to ramp it up again until we are moving in such a rhythm that he explodes over the edge.
For a minute or two, we just stay there, catching our breath in the quiet while the world slowly comes back into focus.
As I pull myself back together, I hike up my tights, smooth my skirt into place, and try to tame my hair with fingers that still won’t cooperate.
He watches me the whole time, not touching, not rushing. Just there.
