Just when I think I truly can’t take another orgasm, he brushes his lips over my clit one final time and withdraws.
I’m limp on his desk, floating in a euphoric cloud.
It hardly feels real when he rises to his feet and towers over me. He takes several racing heartbeats to simply study me in my enraptured state, his dark eyes consuming me.
He traces the line of my lips. “Open.”
I obey, and he pulls my panties out of my mouth.
He leans over me, until his face is a mere inch from mine.
“I was going to make you beg, but I’m the one who’s desperate.”
His hard cock presses into my thigh, and I know he’s aching for me.
“All I want is a kiss,” he confesses. “Nothing more. Just one kiss, and I could live on it for the rest of my life.”
I should be alarmed, but I’m too swept up in my lust-addled haze to feel anything but a rush of feminine gratification.
“Then do it,” I pant, tipping my head back. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He groans. “Such a greedy little thing. How can I deny you?”
He crushes his lips to mine. At first, the kiss is feral: a clash of tongues and teeth. There’s no finesse or slow seduction. Our simmering chemistry ignites, and I’m consumed by raw need.
I can’t get close enough to him. My back arches, and I tug against the tie that restrains me.
He doesn’t break contact, but he manages to reach up and unknot it so my hands are free.
“Hold on to me,” he whispers against my lips. “Don’t let go.”
My arms twine around his shoulders, and I pull him into me. He strokes the fine lines of my features like he’s memorizing me.
It’s reverent and desperate, and I’m completely lost in his need for me.
My fingernails bite into his back through his shirt, clinging on tight.
I fall out of time.
I have no idea how long we indulge in our savage kiss, but eventually, his lips turn softer on mine. Harsh nips of his teeth turn to soft caresses of his tongue.
I explore his mouth with equal hunger. I’m drunk on his taste and the feel of his muscles flexing beneath my touch. All that power, harnessed by my weaker hands.
I’ve submitted to him, but he’s making himself completely vulnerable to me. He dropped to his knees and worshipped my pussy before begging to claim my lips.
The rush is unlike anything I’ve ever known.
Finally, we give each other space to breathe.
He pulls away just long enough to tug my pants back up my legs and button them in place. The slightly rough sensation of my jeans against my bare cunt makes me shiver with a little aftershock of pleasure.
He carefully lifts me off the desk and settles down on his office chair, arranging me over his lap.
I close my eyes for a while, simply enjoying the sweet sensation of him stroking my hair.
“How did you know?” I ask when I’m capable of speech again.
What we just did was mind-blowing, and he seemed to know exactly how to handle me to draw out my submission. And my orgasms.
