lips together and links our fingers. “What’s easier? I’m scared. Being me… I don’t know if it’s the best—”
I lean up and cut her off with a kiss. “Okay, then we’ll do both. Fantasy when you need it; us when you want it gentle.” I lean back in my seat until she looms over me, those cherry nipples so tempting that my mouth waters.
“Mr. Vanngrenoth is going to teach you how to do what he just did,” I say. “Put your hand on my dick.”
Her little fingers wrap around me, and the fact that it’s my Katrina touching me makes me have to shut my eyes and think of the murder canyon for a second, so that I don’t fucking ruin this lesson before it starts.
Opening my eyes isn’t much better, because the way her tits are propped up on that bra, they’re like an offering.
“Stroke me gently up and down,” I tell her.
She does, and I stare up at her face, locking eyes with her. “Now move yourself. Line your little pussy up with my dick. I want you to practice sliding up and down on it.”
She moves slightly, and I reach down, grabbing her skirt and tucking it up into the waistband so I can watch as she slides my throbbing shaft up and down along her cunt.
I’ve never gone this slow.
I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want her.
And the fact that she’s here, the fact that she asked me to take her virginity, that she trusts me with that… I lean forward and latch onto her nipple, sucking hard so that I don’t cry like a damned fool.
Her moans and the feel of her slick slit against me… This is the greatest moment of my existence. And I know it’s only going to get better. Awe fills me, and I nip gently at her nipple, before switching to the other side and palming the breast I just sucked as Katrina teases us both.
“Van…” She murmurs my name with such reverence.
I pull back to look up at her. Her face is desperate, needy. But she’s only come once. It’s not enough.
“Lean up over me, and grab the back of my chair,” I order. She does, and those delicious mounds drag against me as she pulls up onto her knees.
We’re about to test the durability of this damn office furniture, I think as I let my hands come up to caress her folds. Instantly, she gyrates those hips, and the chair creaks as it’s pulled in directions it was never made to move.
I keep sliding my fingers up and down, knowing I need to put them inside, to stretch her, but reveling in her gasping little breaths. I let one of my fingers drag across her clit, and she tenses up. I see her belly suck in right in front of me, and I can’t help placing a soft kiss there. Then I get serious about her next orgasm.
I drag my finger over her clit faster and faster, using my right hand to part her folds and gently, tentatively, stick a finger inside. Her moan prompts me to shove it farther in. I flick as quickly as I can to offset the stretch for her, and I feel her come apart, collapsing on top of me as her greedy little pussy clasps at my finger, wanting more.
I wait until that orgasm passes to press another finger slowly inside. Then I lean up towards those gorgeous globes and bite the side of one gently. That makes my girl gasp and turn towards me. “Lean down a little so I can suck—”
I don’t even get to finish my sentence before Katrina’s perfect nipple is in front of my mouth. I lap at the hard little bud as one of my hands fucks her and the other caresses her swelling clit.
“Van, Van, Van…” She whimpers my name on repeat.
I curl my fingers inside of her and tap from the inside at the same time that I pinch her clit.
She howls, writhing mindlessly above me, and I break.
Heat and redness fill my gaze, and I drop her breast, reaching my hand from her clit around to her ass, pulling her against me as I stand with my fingers still buried inside her dripping cunt. I lay her back on the desk and say, “Katrina?” Her name is all I can manage to get out as my dick drips pre-cum, the need to pierce her, to feel her soft inner