be touched. I reached for his head. My fingers rubbed against his scalp as I simultaneously pulled and pushed him away. I felt like I was going to split in two. I was beyond excited.
I exploded, seeing white spots in front of my eyes as he made me orgasm over and over. I heard my cries from somewhere far away. My body arched and rolled against the desk. I felt drunk. I looked up at him as he rose over me and had that floaty feeling that only came from drinking just a little too much.
His hands roamed over my naked thighs and up my body. “I want this off,” he said and rubbed the lace corset.
I arched my back, lifting my body from the desk with my arms splayed wide. “Unhook it.”
He slipped his hands under me and, with a little effort, managed to get it off. I let out a breath of relief as he pulled it away and tossed it on the floor. His mouth closed over my breast. I groaned, running my fingers through his hair and holding him close to me. I could feel his erection between my legs. I needed him. I needed all of that power he wielded buried deep inside me.
Nash had magically placed a condom on my desk. I tore through the wrapper and rolled the condom on as fast as I could. I grabbed his meaty cock and guided him to my opening that was swollen and wet and so ready for him. He never pulled his mouth away from my breast as he slowly pushed inside me. I reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him against me and ultimately deeper inside me.
“You feel so good inside me,” I breathed the words. I felt satisfied.
He slid his mouth over my chest before landing on my mouth. He kissed me until I couldn’t think anymore. I could only feel. He moved inside me with no real hurry. It was a slow, deep dive inside my body before pulling out and doing it all over again.
“I love being inside you,” he said. “I think about doing this almost every damn minute of the day. You drive me crazy.”
He moved again, touching raw nerve endings that sent electric spasms shooting through my body. He leaned down and gathered me into his arms. His chest crushed against mine with his arms wrapped around me to the point I didn’t know where my body ended and his began. He held me close as he moved slowly inside.
He dropped his mouth to the side of my neck and nuzzled against me. His labored breathing tickled my skin while triggering a series of new sensations. My arms were wrapped around him with my ankles locked at his waist. It felt like we were one giant ball of ecstasy.
“Don’t stop,” I told him when another series of delicious sensations chased up and down my spine.
His arms tightened, and somehow, he managed to pull me closer. The skin-to-skin contact overwhelmed my senses. I was consumed by him. Covered by his body. I felt small and protected inside the circle of his arms.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my ear. “I need deeper. I want closer.”
I wasn’t sure that was physically possible, but I was willing to try. I squirmed on the desk, trying my best to get closer to him. Every move, every wiggle touched on a fresh wave of ecstasy. Soon, he was scrambling to get closer. I could feel the frantic inside him. I felt it as well. We were both searching for that orgasm. We were both struggling to find release.
“Yes!” I cried out when I felt it coming. “So close.”
“Go!” he shouted. “I can’t hold back.”
His mouth opened wide against my neck and he clamped down. The pinch of pain as he bit me triggered the orgasm. I shouted his name. “Nash! Yes!”
He jerked his mouth away and tightened the vise around me as he shouted through his own release. I held on to him for dear life. His body bucked and rocked against me. If he had not had such a tight hold on me, his power would have knocked me right off the desk.
He pulled back a little and kissed my cheek, then the tip of my nose. His arms relaxed a little as we both came down from the high of the orgasm. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “That was not how I expected this day to end.”