“Ohh,” she moaned, goosebumps rising on her arms.
“Sensitive?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Did it again, harder this time, and her back arched off.
“Ouu Rolani.”
He leaned down, kissing until he reached her breast. His tongue circled her nipple before he sucked hard, and she damn near screamed.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her hands finding his locs, gripping them. He switched to the other breast, rougher this time, and her legs locked around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
“These been driving me crazy,” he said against her skin. “Every time I see you at work, all I think about is getting my mouth on these beautiful ass titties. Bending you over my desk. Making you remember where the fuck home resides.”
His hand slid down her side and into her shorts. Two slim fingers entered her wet pussy, and she hissed. It’d been too long.
“But I think you know exactly where home is, huh?”
“I do. I do,” she answered, panting as his fingers made music sliding in and out.
“I ain’t even started yet. You missed me that bad, Ken?”
He removed his hand and moved lower, kissing down her stomach, and she couldn’t think straight. She felt everything — his lips, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wider.
“These need to come off,” he said, not waiting for permission as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion. She lifted her hips to help, and a shiver came over her exposed body. He stepped back and looked at her — sprawled on the table, legs open, pussy glistening.
“Damn, you soaked through them muthafuckas.”
“We missed you.”
He stepped between her thighs, ran his hands up the inside of her legs, and stopped right before he touched her where she needed him. “Tell me what you want, Ken.”
“You know what I want.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me.” Her voice shook as his finger moved up and down the rim of her pussy lips. She was creaming already. She was for sure losing her mind, or maybe she was finally handing it over to him. “Stop playing and fuck me, Rolani.”
“All this for me, Ken?”
“Yes.” The word came out broken. “All for you. Now, please.”
He circled her clit with his thumb—slow, deliberate, watching her face. When her hips started chasing his hand, he slid two fingers inside her and found the spot he was looking for. Her eyes closed tightly.
“You done running, Ken?”
“Oh my god,” she murmured, bucking against his hand.
“Answer me, Ken. You gon run from me again?”
“No, I’m done, no more running.”
Her body was on fire as pleasure crawled from her toes up the legs she was no longer in control of.
“That’s it. Fuck my fingers, baby. Show me what you need.”
She couldn’t stop the sound that came out of her.
“Rolani—I’m gonna?—”
“Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out, and she whimpered. “When you cum, I want to taste it.”
