I didn't give her enough credit.
She understands my hunger because she’s fucking famished. Her hands run up and down my chest, whimpering as she touches my body. And I pull down the zipper on the back of her dress, help her to shrug out of the sleeves, letting the dress fall to the floor.
She's wearing a simple cotton bra and a basic pair of panties that tell me she hasn't been fucking strangers.
No, she wouldn't be wearing these underclothes if she had frequent hookups. And I like that she isn't reckless every day.
Hell, maybe she was only reckless one day.
She flips off the overhead light, telling me the fluorescent ones are too much.
I don't care if we're in the dark or if we're in the sunshine—all I want is her. All I need is her. And somehow, right now, I have her.
I lay her back against the desk and pull off her panties, tossing them aside and spreading her knees apart. I press my mouth to her pussy before she has a chance to reconsider. And with one lick, I know this is right.
The day we met, I finger fucked her, I had to open her tightness until she was ready for my cock, but I had never seen her with her legs spread apart, open for me.
And now I lick her up and down, and her back arches against the glass top of my desk, my fingers press into her pussy; rubbing her hood in a circle, and my tongue darts deeper and deeper inside her, wanting to taste and explore her until she comes against me.
Her hands thread through in my hair, and her legs wrap around my head. Good girl. I'm no longer thinking about life or death—I'm only thinking about us.
Her pussy is so fucking sweet, and I lick her hard as she whimpers under me. Her pussy is dripping now, she tastes like sweet red apples and I'm desperate for more.
I suck on her clit, and when I do it causes her to moan. And with her on her back like this, I want to make her scream my name.
I lick her harder, one of my fingers pressing inside of her, hitting her G spot over and over as my mouth kisses her thighs, as my mouth licks her skin.
She's coming, hard against my hand, and I move my mouth back to her sex, wanting to drink up everything she offers.
"I'm coming, Dane," she groans as an orgasm washes over her, leaving her gasping for breath.
I smile as I lick her, loving that she's giving in like this. Loving that she's making my dreams come true.
"I need to see you," she begs.
And not wanting to disappoint my baby, I sit down in my leather chair, unzipping my pants as I do. She crawls off the desk, getting to her knees, kneeling between mine. Her mouth opens and she begins to take all of me in her perfect mouth. Her fingers fondle my balls, they are so hot and tight.
It's been so fucking long since I've been touched by a woman. It's been since the day I walked away from her at the club.
The biggest regret of my fucking life.
So, today I will go as long as she likes; my schedule is cleared and I have all fucking day. All day to fuck her.
"Oh, baby," I say running my hands through her hair, pressing the back of her head so she can deep throat me. She loves it, her head bobs up and down so fucking fast, taking so much of my veiny cock. I'm so fucking close to coming. She keeps sucking, suctioning her lips around me like she's spent her life blowing me.
I can't let this be like it was the last time we fucked.
I close my eyes, willing myself away from the fear of what might come next.
And instead, I come into the present. The release fills up her mouth, and she pulls me from her, letting ribbons of my come shoot against her big tits, she licks her lips, and I imagine the drops of my come sliding down her throat.
Her eyes are cloudy with pleasure, her pussy is still aching for more. I only know that because she reaches her fingers to herself, touching her pussy as she continues to jack me off, her hand wrapped around my solid shaft, as my come coats her nipples and her creamy skin.
She pulls me back into her mouth as if she can't bear