Fever on the Desk

Then I leaned in, my tongue flicking her nipple – hard and sensitive. She gasped, – Oh God, yes! – her body jolting like I’d hit a live wire. I teased, sucking gently, then harder, switching sides, savoring her reactions. Her hips stalled, overwhelmed, but I kept at it, my tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm. – Don’t stop, please, she panted, her voice raw.

She was close, her body tensing. – Floor, now, – she urged, desperate. I eased her down, careful not to break the moment, spreading her out on the rug. She grabbed my neck, kissing me wildly. – What are you doing to me? – she gasped between kisses. – I’ve never… not like this. – I grinned, – We’re just getting started. – We stumbled toward her bedroom, pausing against the hallway wall. I pinned her there, thrusting deep, keeping her on edge. She yanked my hair, – Harder, – she demanded, and I obliged, our bodies slamming together, her kisses turning feral, teeth grazing my jaw.

In her room, we collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. I wanted her to shatter. My mouth latched onto her breast, sucking and teasing, while my fingers found her clit, swollen and slick. She writhed, – Right there, oh fuck, – her hips bucking against my hand. Her hands clawed my back, then balled into fists, pounding my shoulders as she spiraled. Her release hit hard, soaking my fingers, her body shuddering. I spread her wetness over her thighs, dragging out every aftershock.

She went limp, panting, but I was still hungry. I flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips until she was on all fours, her ass glistening in the dim light. Her folds were swollen, inviting. I teased her with my tip, sliding along her wetness until she whimpered, – Please, just do it. – I pushed in, slow at first, filling her completely. She cried out, – Yes, like that! – her voice breaking. I leaned over, kissing her spine, and asked, – You want more? – She nodded frantically, – Don’t stop.

Our hands locked, fingers laced, as we found a rhythm – slow, then building. Her moans synced with mine, our bodies moving like one. I kissed her shoulders, her neck, my hands roaming her sides, sculpting her curves. Gripping her waist, I thrust harder, faster, her ass slapping against me, the sound filthy and perfect. She clawed the sheets, – Fuck, I’m close again! – her voice hoarse. I reached around, circling her clit, and she screamed, her second climax ripping through her, her walls pulsing around me.

We collapsed, slick with sweat, but still entwined. In that moment, we weren’t just two people – we were one, lost in each other, and nothing else mattered.

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