“How about this?” I asked, as my hands moved from the arms of the chair to her jawline so I could tilt her face to the exact angle I wanted it. My mouth fell on hers again but this time my tongue swept inside. The kiss was long and deep and fucking perfect. When I pulled back slightly to rest my forehead on hers, we were both panting. “Did I kiss you like that, baby?”
Her breath hitched as she nodded and I smiled.
“Did I lift you up like this?” I asked as one hand went to her waist and the other underneath her thigh before lifting her up off the chair and swinging around to put her on top of my desk. Once there, I stepped between her legs as her small hands fell onto my chest. Her eyes were like saucers now.
“Or do this?” I murmured as I kissed from the corner of her mouth to her jawline, then down her neck to her collarbone, whilst deftly undoing the buttons of her shirt at the same time so that I could get to the smooth, ivory skin beneath. My mouth moved back to hers as her shirt fell open, revealing a white cotton bra with pink flowers on it, containing her small, full breasts. My large hand moved from her waist up to enclose her breast, feeling her nipple stiffen under my palm.
“Did I tease you like this, baby?” I muttered, still cupping her breast over her bra but with my thumb brushing back and forth over her sensitive nipple. Shewhimpered against my mouth and I smiled again as I pushed her shirt, along with her bra strap, down her shoulder. Then I kissed a path along her collarbone whilst my other hand held her steady at her hip. Once the cup of her bra fell away, she sucked in a shocked breath as I kissed down to her now-exposed breast.
“Did I do anything like this?” I whispered before I licked her nipple, then pulled it into my mouth.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, arching her back as one of her hands came up to sink into my hair. After a few moments, I moved to the other side and then lifted my head to go back to kissing her jawline. My hand that had been at her hip came round to the front of her leggings and dipped in.
“Christ,” I breathed in a choked voice. “You’re soaking for me.” I slid one finger inside her, and she let out a low moan. She was so small and tight as she clenched around my finger that the need to push her back, strip her and then slide into her was almost overwhelming. But I wanted to savour this. I didn’t want to rush anything with Clara. I had my own dirty, elaborate fantasies to fulfil, after all.
My thumb fell on her clit, putting pressure there. When she started riding my hand, I thought I was going to pass out; my head rush was so intense. My mouth moved to the shell of her ear. “Did I make you come on my fingers, baby?” I said in a low, husky whisper, and that was it – that was enough to set her off. She contracted sharply against me and came with a small, muted scream, which I smothered with my mouth.
I should have stopped there. If I were a better man, I really would have stopped. But witnessing the blissed-out expression on her face as she stared up at me like I was some kind of god pushed me over the edge.
“Wow,” she breathed.
“Did I have you on my desk?” I murmured darkly before pulling away slightly to shrug off my suit jacket. She looked unbelievably vulnerable as she sat on the edge of my desk, watching me with glazed eyes. Nervousness was creeping into her dazed expression now, and I couldn’t allow that. I didn’t want to give her time to have any doubts. So I made quick work of my shirt and then moved back to her, tugging off her leggings and knickers together in one fluid movement. I caught her shocked gasp with my mouth.
“Did I fuck you on my desk?” I whispered against her lips as my hand fell to my belt buckle.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Was I gentle in your dark little fantasies, Clara? Or was it hard and fast?”
She let out a little moan, but when she didn’t respond, I licked up her neck and gently bit her earlobe.
“I want an answer, Clara,” I said into the shell of her ear. “I wasn’t gentle in your dreams, was I?” My hand went up to her breast and I lightly pinched her nipple.
She moaned again and then breathed out, “No.”
“How did I do it in your dirty little dreams, darling?”
“Hard. Fast,” she whispered, her breathing choppy as I moved my hand to her centre, rubbing small circles. “Blooming heck,” she cried, and I almost laughed. Here I was giving her my best dirty talk game, and she came out with phrases likeblooming heck.
After I’d reached my wallet and rolled on the condom, I leaned her back against the wood of the desk and positioned myself at her entrance. My whole body was shaking in anticipation now and from the effort of holding myself back. I leaned over her again and held her eyes withmine.
“You have to say you want me, Clara,” I murmured. “We can stop now if––”
“I want you!” she said on a near shout and I smiled.
“Ask nicely, baby.”
Her eyes flared. “Please,” she breathed. My control snapped and she let out a small scream as I pushed forward into her. She was so tight, like a vice around me, and for a moment I worried I’d hurt her.
“Clara? You okay?” I asked in a strained voice, my concern for her battling with my need to claim her. “Clara?”
“Y-y-yes,” she said in a high-pitched voice. “I think so. It’s just you’re quite...” she trailed off as I pulled back slightly. When I slid back in slowly, my body still shaking with the effort of the restraint I was showing, her eyes rolled back and she let out a low moan.
“Am I bigger than in your dreams?” I asked, my voice darkening with need.
“Yes,” she hissed as I slammed into her again. “Oh God, don’t stop, Rafe.”
Hearing my name on her lips pushed me over the edge and I began moving faster and deeper.
