She sucks in a breath. “I didn’t want you to think I was rubbish in the sack because of my lack of experience.” Her words are rushed, her body frozen on my lap.
“I could never think that.” My heart races as my fingers delve further between her fleshy thighs. “You mean lack of experience because you’re twenty-three and I’m thirty-five?” Doesn’t she realise I’ve been with the same woman since my twenties? I’m hardly the playboy type.
Her fist clenches the velvet fabric of the suit at my chest. “I mean, I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“With a boss?” It’s unclear what she’s getting at. “I’ve never dated my assistant before. We can work through this unchartered territory together.”
She buries her face in my neck, her flushed cheeks warming my skin. “I’ve never been touched before.” Her hot breath against my neck sends a bolt of electricity to my balls.
I take a moment to register what she said, with sparks firing in my stomach. “You mean nobody’s ever touched your pussy before?” Damn. Please let me be the first.
“No.” She shakes her head. “Only me.”
Fuck. Visions of her spread open on her bed with her trusty friend, Mr Turbo, pop into my head. “How often do you touch yourself?”
Her face blushes redder than the suit I’m wearing. “When I read my books.”
With my fingers snug between her thick thighs, my thumb strokes the cotton of her knickers. “Your boss books?” Oh fuck. I’m finished.
She shuffles forward, seeking more pressure on her pussy and nods again with a lip bite that has my cock leaking from the tip.
“Show me, little star. Show Father Christmas how his naughty elf touches herself.” I’m going straight to hell for this. Or a tribunal at least, but it’ll be worth it.
Her body shivers. She lifts from my lap and perches her full behind on the desk. Her trembling fingers lift the hem of her green dress, showing me the elastic to her striped stockings digging into her meaty thighs.
My mouth waters at the sight. Two large candy canes set before me. I stroke my dick over the velvet trousers. “You’re like the gift that just keeps on giving.”
With each deep breath, her breasts almost burst out of the green dress and I’m ready to rip it off so I can eat my delicious candy. White cotton knickers come into view with a tiny little bow tucked under her round stomach. Red glittery nails slip inside the fabric, her fingers making a circular motion under the cotton.
A growl rumbles from the pit of my stomach. “Do you think about your boss when you’re reading your books and touching yourself?”
“Yes.” She moans the word. Her hand moves lower, then back to circling. The cotton dampens between her thighs. And I palm my own arousal, the red velvet material soft against my hand, but not as soft as her pussy will feel wrapped around my cock.
Another groan rumbles from the depths of my chest. “I thought about you, too. My little star all wet and hungry for me.” My heart races. We’re not even touching, but this has got to be the hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had.
Her blue eyes sparkle under the office light. “You have?”
“All the time.” I cast my eyes back to her fingers, strumming her clit. “Sweetheart, you’re making a mess of your knickers. Take them off.”
She gulps. “You first, Santa Claus.”
“It’s Daddy Claus to you.” I delve beneath the red velvet trousers and grip my dick under my boxers. I can’t remember ever being this hard. It’s almost painful and torturous watching her delicate hand fondle under her white cotton knickers.
My mouth waters at the prospect of seeing her little button. Her eyes widen as I lift my dick over the elastic waistband of the suit.
Her jaw drops. “It’s so big.”
I smile, unable to hide how proud that makes me feel. Granted, if she’s innocent, she probably doesn’t have much to compare with. It’s no monster dick like in her books, but it’s not small either.
“Will it hurt?” The sparkle in her eyes turns cloudy. A wrinkle worries her brow.
With one hand on my dick, I reach my other hand to the back of her neck and pull her to me so I can kiss all her worries away. My lips pepper her face until I reach her mouth. I slip my tongue inside, stroking against hers, soothing her with all the unspoken words I long to say. And I will say them eventually, but right now I just need to kiss my beautiful star and show her all the cosmic splendour she’s been missing out on.
I move my lips to her neck and whisper, “Don’t worry, little star, I’m gonna make sure you’re nice and wet for your boss’s big cock.”
“Oh my gosh, Nick.” She pants as if she’s gasping for air, her fingers still strumming her little button.
“Now be a good little elf and take your panties off for Santa.” Fuck, that sounded so wrong. Yet so fucking good. I’m definitely going to hell. Or jail.
