Then I recall a request she’s made in the past—an almost flippant remark about working together and sitting on my lap.
“Madison,” I say, voice low in a way that makes her straighten. I can’t see her face, but I can imagine the tilt of her lips when she realizes she’s about to get what she wants. “Come here, please.”
She spins, eyes dropping to the thick outline against my thigh. Doing as I ask, she saunters over, arms still behind her back so her breasts jut forward. An offering.
“Have a seat,” I say, gesturing to my thighs.
Trying to hide the spark of thrill, she bites down on her grin and nods eagerly. She turns and shifts her weight back, effectively presenting me with her ass. My palm itches to slap it. But I don’t—I let her settle, getting one leg over each of mine. I tilt us back and push my legs together so she can straddle me more comfortably, and when we shift forward again, she’s so wide open that I can feel her warmth radiating and smell her desire in the air. God, she smells delicious.
Sitting on my lap, she’s still short enough that I can see over her head, so when I spin the chair, my screens are still visible. Not that I’d get anything done with my little distraction getting me unbelievably hard by wiggling what I know is a bald, bare pussy against my trousers—even if I were going to do work with her like this.
“So, this is what you see, huh? This is what it feels like to be SpyderMan.” She looks around and points to the edge of the desk. “You need a big framed picture of me right there.”
“Do I?” I ask, dropping a kiss onto her shoulder. She smells so good, and her skin is so smooth; it’s an effort to pull away.
“Maybe one with you and me and Some Bills. Like, an awkward family portrait.”
Her use of the word squeezes my heart. Family. Her and me. I want that. “Not sure you could look awkward if you tried,” I say, placing my lips higher on the side of her neck.
She shifts her hips, her hot slit finding the outline of my cock. I can hear the stuttered exhale, can feel the throbbing in her flesh against mine.
“Madison,” I say, letting my warm breath blow into her ear. “Why are my trousers getting damp? Have you been a naughty girl?”
She squeals in surprise as I wrap my arm around her waist. The noise in her throat turns into a long moan as my fingers slide under her skirt.
“No panties,” I tsk. “And here I was, thinking I’d shove them into your bratty little mouth. We’ll have to do something else to keep you quiet, then, you little menace.”
“Traviesita,” she whispers, and I can hear her smile in the word.
“What?”
“Traviesita. It means little menace in Spanish. Little troublemaker.”
“Traviesita,” I repeat, hearing my own British accent attempting to mimic hers.
A shiver crawls down her spine. “Dios,” she says, her breath heavy.
“Do you like hearing me speak Spanish to you?” I ask, leaning down and pressing another hot kiss on her shoulder in the dip near her collarbone.
“Yes,” she groans, letting her head fall to the side to give me more access to her neck. “Say more. Please, Sir.”
“You’ll have to help me become fluent,” I say, punctuating it with a light brush of my lips. I hover over her pulse, sucking on the skin. “As it is, my vocabulary is somewhat limited and textbook. I’ll need direction for the dirty stuff.”
She nods eagerly. “Yes. Anything. More. Please.”
“Me encanta sentir tu peso sobre mí.” I love to feel the weight of you on me.
She starts rocking her hips faster, grinding her pussy into me harder.
“Estás tan cálida, y tu piel está tan suave.” You’re so warm, and your skin is so soft.
“Mi pielestan suave,”she corrects. “Keep going.”
I slide her hair out of the way and press a kiss over one of the ridges in her spinal cord. My hands glide up the tops of her thighs, my calluses rough against her smooth skin in a way that highlights our differences and excites me on a primal level. I grab the dip above her hips, using them like handles and moving her in the rhythm I want on my lap. She moans and reaches back for me, but I shake my head, grab her wrists, and place her hands flat on the desk.
“Eres traviesita. Puedes portarte bien conmigo ahora, ¿verdad?”You’re a little menace. But you can be good for me now, right?
“Sí, papi.”
