“Any and all devices would be a poor substitute for me.” As if to prove I’m right, I skim across her entrance, torturing her before I slip one finger in up to the knuckle.
Never one to be beaten, Stella laughs. “Don’t count your orgasms before they’ve climaxed.”
I slide my finger in fully, and she groans. Then, I thrust into her gently before I pull out. She makes an unearthly sort of sound when I place a second at her entrance, so I test her gently to see how receptive she is to that idea. And the answer is very receptive, which she proves by rocking into my hand.
“It was very sexy, by the way, watching you shoot those rubber bands at me. Quite an impressive skill.”
“Yeah?”
I slip two fingers into her, curl them, and gently start to coax what promises to be an earth-shattering climax from her. Yes, I’m confident, but then, I won’t let Stella walk out of this room until she’s been pleasured beyond her wildest dreams either. “It’s very unsexy how you went and got customized farts from the seventies cologne to wear. So astounding what money can buy.”
I tease her a little further, harder, thrusting deeper. Her hips buck into my hand, and she squirms toward the edge of the desk. Her cheeks are flushed scarlet, her brow furrowed with concentration. I can tell she’s trying to resist me, trying to resist enjoying this, but I’m not about to let that happen.
“Do you find this to be quite—”
“Titillating?”
“Not exactly the word I was going for.”
“What were you going for?”
“Pleasant? Monstrously wonderful? Orgasmic beyond imagination?”
“Nope.” But she bites down hard on her bottom lip anyway, and her hips tell a different story. I might be working my magic on her, but Stella is very receptive, doing half the work herself. I’m trying to give her pleasure, but she’s equally intent on taking it.
Her breathing turns to ragged shreds while she squirms madly on my desk. My balls have reached the stage of near detonation, and I imagine they’ll burst like a pair of ripe peaches splitting their skin, which is a horrifying thought. The only peach I want to think about is Stella’s beautiful peach, and the only scent I want to drown in is hers. All her scents. Sweet and crisp at the nape of her neck, dusky and womanly slightly further down. All I want is her taste on my mouth—the wild contradiction of sweet and salty, just like the woman herself.
I claim her lips as I work her with my fingers. If she weren’t wearing the damn pants, it would be easier, but I’m persistent and patient. I know that the next time we do this, she’ll be wonderfully naked, and my balls might blow for real because this is Stella here, the most wondrous, beautiful, captivating, and remarkable creature who was ever created.
“God, Haladon….” she moans as she sinks her fingers into my shoulder and pulls me closer. I love how she says my name. Not with disgust, disdain, fury, rage, or any level of anger but with a raw, desperate need for something only I can give her. “I mean, it doesn’t really feel that good.”
I keep working her slowly, gently, hitting all those spots I know will soon produce some pretty spectacular results. If Stella wants to pretend she’s not enjoying it, then fine. I’ll let her. But I can’t keep from whispering thickly right near her ear, “When we’re not here in this office, I fully intend to take my time with you, exploring, savoring, and enjoying you fully. And then, all those times when I make you come, you can be as loud as you want.” I lick the shell of her ear after and suck lightly on her earlobe. She jerks against me in surprise.
She also jerks against the desk, the laptop she’s sitting on, and me. I don’t know if it would be possible for me to get any harder. I’m honestly surprised my pants have caught the onslaught of my dick that’s trying to tear through them to get to Stella.
I claim her mouth again, kissing away the little whimpers and moans she’s started to make again as I thrust my fingers and circle her clit with my thumb. I wish this were the time and place I could have undressed her because I’d like to do a heck of a lot more than I’m doing right now, but I have to be patient, just as I’ve been patient for years. I honestly never thought I’d get this opportunity at all, so I shouldn’t put a timeline on things now.
I cup her breast with the hand I’m not currently using to create wondrous new experiences for her. She doesn’t have a padded bra on, which is nice because I can feel her nipple, hard and poking up through the fabric of her shirt, eager and ready for my touch. I smooth my thumb in a circular motion over it, and Stella throws her head back again and gasps.