“Who says I wasn’t? Is this because you fucked me against your dining room table last night?”
She’s trying to prick my ego, but I saw her come multiple times last night. There’s no way she was faking that. “Don’t forget the shower.”
One corner of her mouth creeps up. “I don’t think I’m ever going to forget the shower.”
“Did I leave you unsatisfied, Holly?” I ask with amusement.
She doesn’t answer, just stares into my face, looking slightly uncertain.
Does she feel this connection between us too? Hell, how can she not? I’ve felt it since I was seventeen. Does it scare her as much as it scares me?
I glide one of my hands around her side, touching her silky skin just enough to send shivers down her back. I cradle the silky cup of her bra and brush my thumb over her nipple. “I think you wereverysatisfied.”
“Maybe I need something to jolt my memory.”
That’s the invitation I need. I grab the front edges of her button-down shirt and rip it open, sending buttons flying. She gasps, but she sounds delighted, not horrified.
Her bra has a front hook, so I unclasp it and push the cups to the sides, exposing her breasts. Her nipples are already erect.
“Do you want me?” I ask, cupping her breasts in my hands and pinching both of her nipples. “Do you want me to prove that I can satisfy you?”
She squirms. “What’s with all the questions? Is this a pop quiz?”
“If you want.” I roll a nipple between my finger and thumb as my other hand reaches for the button of her jeans. I quickly unfasten it, then use both hands to unzip them and pull them over her hips. She leans back on the desk and lifts up to assist me, grinning as I pull the jeans down her legs but leave her panties on. Her shoes are still on, providing a barrier, so I quickly slip them off and then her pants, tossing them onto the floor.
She’s braced on her elbows now, her shirt gaping and exposing her bare chest. Her black panties are thin and silky, and I find myself unable to resist touching them. I run my index finger over the silk, between her folds, she releases a soft moan.
The fabric is damp, and my cock jolts with a sudden rush of lust. Jesus. I need to fuck this woman.Now.
I slip my finger under the edge of her panties, lightly stroking her clit, then slide a finger to her entrance and slip inside.
She gasps, and I study her face to make sure she’s still on board.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Holly,” I grunt as I add another finger inside her, my thumb playing with her clit.
Her chest rises and falls as she pants, drawing my eyes to her breasts. I lean over and take a nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking.
“I need you,” she moans. “I need you to fuck me. Right here. On this desk.” She sits up, pushing my mouth off her breast, then reaches for my belt.
I continue to slowly finger fuck her as she unfastens my pants and pushes them over my hips. My cock springs free. She looks at it and smiles.
As soon as my pants fall down my legs, I take over again, pushing her back down on the desk and reaching for her panties. I pull them over her hips and down her legs, letting them fall to the floor to join her pants.
I groan as a wave of pure animal need surges through me. I need to be inside her. Now.
I don’t let myself stop to analyze that, mostly because Holly grabs my dick in her hand and begins to stroke as she kisses a path down my chest. I’d love to make a smartass comment, but the blood has been shuttled away from that part of my brain.
I groan and capture her mouth with mine, our tongues tangling as I pull her ass to the edge of the desk. Then I break free, and push her back down on the desk before I grab her hips. I poise my cock at her entrance and watch her face as I slowly ease in, claiming her body, making her mine. Sure, somewhere in the back of my head I realize she’s not really mine, but she is for now, and I intend to make sure she doesn’t forget it anytime soon.
I pull her ankles up to my shoulders as I thrust hard into her.
Her breasts bounce as I pump into her, turning me on even more, but it’s not enough. I need more, I need to touch her and get even deeper.
Pulling out, I drop her legs.
“You being a tease?” she pants out, but I shake my head.
“Turn around. On your stomach.”
