Say You're Mine - Layla Hagen Page 0,70

lifting her dress slowly, enjoying how the rhythm of her breath changed.

When I reached the bare skin of her outer thighs, she moaned against my mouth, lacing her fingers at the back of my neck. I moved one hand to her ass, squeezing it. Fuck, she was too delicious, too perfect. I’d barely touched her and I already had a hard-on.

I remembered the zipper of her dress was on the left side and lowered it in one swift move. I tugged at her dress, and so did she until it fell to the floor. The sight of her naked breasts drove me insane. She stepped out of it, pushing it away with her foot. She still had those sexy-as-hell heels on.

“Best fucking part of this dress,” I said.

“What?”

“You don’t need a bra with it.”

She threw her head back, laughing, but the sounds turned to moans when I drew circles with my fingers around one nipple. Dipping my head, I traced the tip of my tongue around the other one. She gasped, rolling her hips forward, tugging at my hair. I loved how fast I could bring her to the edge, and that she wasn’t ashamed of expressing herself.

I lowered myself even more, kissing a straight line down her belly. She sucked in her stomach in anticipation. I parted her thighs with one hand, sliding my thumb in her panties, right over her pussy. She buckled, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands. I teased her like that, drawing my thumb slowly down her opening and then back up, nudging her clit each time. She brought her hands to the elastic band of her panties, her intention clear. I blocked her right hand.

“No. I want you to come before I even take the panties off you. Then I’ll make you come all over again.”

She gasped. Her legs shook slightly as I stroked her clit more.

“Ooooh.” Her voice was wobbly and pleading.

I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, wanting her spread wider. She gripped the edge of the desk tighter, moving so she was half sitting on it.

I looked up at her, alternating between kissing her belly and her thighs and watching her coming apart slowly. It was an exquisite view, one I could only fully enjoy if I wasn’t buried inside her too. Deep frown lines marred her forehead, almost as if the pleasure and anticipation was too much to bear.

I couldn’t stop touching her pussy, even though she was so damn sensitive that she shuddered on every stroke. But I wanted to keep her just like that—on edge, overwhelmed by my ministrations. I changed positions, moving up her body slowly, until I reached her mouth, capturing it in a slow, lazy kiss, exploring her the way I’d wanted to the whole night. My hand was still between her legs, teasing her, right until she gasped.

Her fingers worked the buttons of my shirt. She was looking at me with a mix of lust and desperation that drove me insane. I wanted to give this woman absolutely everything I had. I helped her too, and between the two of us, we got rid of my clothes in record time. Before dropping my pants on the pile on the floor, I took out a condom. She snatched it from me, but her hands were too shaky to open the package. I teased her, pressing the tip of my cock against her belly, which was clearly messing with her concentration. I took it from her, ripping it open myself and sliding the condom on. Then I took off her panties.

She sat against the edge of the desk again, placing her hands behind her, looking at me seductively, all opened for me. Gripping her hips, I turned her around, kissing her shoulders and her back. My cock was trapped between us, and the pressure made me insatiable. She reached a hand back to me, scraping her fingers on my outer thigh.

I slid in and out of her slowly, first the tip, then a few more inches, but didn’t go all the way in.

“Fuuuuck.”

She was tight and warm and so damn perfect. She was still sensitive from the first orgasm, still on edge. I felt it in the way she pulsed around my cock, the way her body trembled every time I pushed in deeper.

When I thrust in completely, she buckled over the desk, slamming her forearms on top.

“Oh, fuck,” she muttered.

I rocked in and out slowly, enjoying every thrust. The sight