It grew thicker. Deeper. And certainly more dangerous. She turned, leaning back against the door, chest rising and falling too fast.
“What are we doing here?” she whispered.
I stepped toward her until I could feel the heat of her body through the air.
“Whatever you want,” I said quietly. “And whatever you don’t.”
Her throat bobbed. “Avgust—”
“If you don’t want this, tell me no right now, and I will stop,” I murmured.
She didn’t.
Instead, her hand lifted slowly and pressed flat against my chest. I could still feel the slight shaking of her fingers, but that tiny touch burned through my shirt like fire. I caught her chin in my hand, guiding her face back up to mine. Her pupils were blown wide as her breath hitched. When I kissed her again, it wasn’t wild and frantic like before but slower and deeper. Reverent in a way I didn’t allow myself to be.
She melted into me instantly, arms around my neck as if they had always been there. Her body was soft, pliant, and warm against mine, making me feel like the luckiest man in the world. My hands slid to her waist, then lower, pulling her form flush against mine. Her breath caught, and fingers curled tighter in my shirt.
“Ilana,” I rasped against her mouth, “tell me if you want me to stop.”
She shook her head immediately.
“No,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop.”
The single sentence nearly undid me. I kissed her harder and deeper this time, until she was trembling in my hands. I pushed her back until her back hit the large desk, my palmsbracketing the side of her hips, locking her in my embrace. Her thighs parted under my touch without a single word.
I exhaled, long and unsteady.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
She didn’t look away. Didn’t shy. Didn’t even flinch.
“Then don’t make me guess,” she whispered. “Show me.”
My control snapped. I lifted her easily onto the desk, her breath catching as she settled on top of it. My fingers softly traced the inside of her knee, slow and teasing, moving upward until I hooked them into the waistband of her trousers and peeled them off in one single tug. She gasped softly, head tipping back. Her hand fisted in my shirt as I continued to inch her bare skin, refusing to pull away.
“Avgust,” she whispered, only pulling me closer. Her voice was soft and needy, making it even more difficult for me. I was already rock hard, my erection straining against my trousers, but I didn’t care. Tonight was just about Ilana. I took advantage of her exposed neck and kissed my way down her throat, her skin shivering under my mouth. Then I lifted my head back up, searching her face.
“Last chance,” I said. “Tell me to stop.”
She looked right at me.
“I don’t want you to.”
That was all I needed.
I slid my hands beneath her thighs, guiding her gently, lowering her back onto the cool surface of the desk. She let out a breathy sound, one hand flying to cover her mouth.
“No,” I murmured. “I want to hear you.”
Her hand dropped. I touched the hem of her sweater and pulled it off in a single motion, revealing her smooth skin before me. She was wearing a simple pink bra and panties, the color so pale it melted into her skin. She was ethereal. Exactly how I had expected her to be. Without a second’s delay, I kissed down her stomach, her skin trembling under each slow stroke of my mouth. Her breath grew uneven, and her fingers gripped the edge of the desk.
“Yes, please.”
I used my right hand to reach the clasp behind her back and unhooked her bra, taking off the barrier between my mouth and her pink, swollen nipples. She moaned as my tongue encircled them, finally taking the bud in my mouth and sucking on it. She moaned loudly while my other hand softly tugged at the band of her panties, while my thumb stroked her growing wetness from over the fabric. She was turned on.
I could see it.
I moved away for just one second and took off her panties in a single motion, revealing her tight cunt in front of me. Her lips were swollen, with a slight dusting of hair on her pubic area. My eyes bulged as I looked at her, my dick throbbing painfully. But I ignored it.
