“I could go either way,” she breathed.
I took her nipple between my teeth, giving her a warning bite.
She gasped, arching her back and laughing slightly. “Bad. And I think I’m going to need a new pair of panties when we’re done.”
“Good girl,” I said, palming her breast again and kissing down toward her navel. I unzipped her skirt at the side and tugged it down. She had on black panties, but I could see the darkened patch of arousal between her legs. If I got any more turned on, I thought my heart might literally beat its way out of my fucking ribs.
She smelled incredible, too. It was that same shampoo scent but with the smell of her skin mingling beneath. I took in a deep breath, then ran my tongue up her damp panties. She tried to close her thighs around my head and reached down with her hands in embarrassment. I took both her wrists and pushed them away, not relenting as I ran my tongue up her crease again, tasting her sweetness through the fabric of her underwear.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Oh.”
“You taste like candy,” I said. I gave her wrists a push, hoping to convey the message that she had better leave those hands of hers over her head while I worked. I used my shoulders to press her legs open wider and then yanked down her panties. She was spread out for me and so incredibly wet. I knew I could’ve slid into her without a hint of resistance at that moment, but I’d had a taste of her and wanted more.
I buried my face between her legs, tossing her panties over my shoulder. I took my time between her legs, alternating between teasing her with kisses on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, breathing the hottest breaths I could manage against her swollen clit, and then pressing the flat of my tongue against her and circling until she clenched her legs around my ears.
By the time a few minutes had passed, she had her thighs clamped so tight around my head that the sound of her moans were muffled, but very much audible. I wondered if anyone in the office could hear and wasn’t sure I cared at that moment. Consequences could come later. Right now wasn’t the time, though.
“I need you inside me,” she said, tugging my head back by the hair. “Please,” she said, chest rising and falling heavily.
Selfishly, I was glad she’d stopped me before she came. I was going to let her climax on my face, but I greedily enjoyed the idea of her still being desperate for release with my cock inside her.
“I’m on the pill,” she said when she saw me produce a condom before slipping off my slacks.
“You’re sure?” I asked, holding the condom between us.
Jules responded by hooking her heel behind my waist and pulling me in between her legs. I slid out of my underwear and gripped the base of my cock. I spread her slickness with the head of my manhood, groaning from the euphoric warmth and slick sensation of her folds.
Jules appeared to be over waiting, because she reached up and grabbed the tie I still had loosely around my neck. She pulled me closer by it, kissing me as she urged me toward her with her legs wrapped around my waist. I carefully angled my hips, pressing myself into her until I felt myself slide inside.
We both gasped together, mouths temporarily hovering inches apart as I worked myself deeper—impatiently claiming inches of her with each thrust until I was completely inside her.
“Oh, God,” she gasped.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
I had to plant both my palms on the desk while I pounded into her. It had barely been seconds and I already felt an orgasm threatening to take me. I’d just been thinking how I only cared about release, but I needed to at least make sure she came first. I tried to distract myself by kissing her neck and focusing anywhere except on the pure bliss of what was happening between my legs.
“Bend me over,” she said.
Shit. I didn’t need to be told twice. I stepped back and rolled her over so her ass was facing me and her chest was pressed down on my desk. I’d spent far too much time on the clock watching that ass beneath various skirts, dresses, and pants she’d worn around the office. I’d imagined a thing of beauty, but my imagination hadn’t done the real thing justice. I gripped her hips and plunged into her, gasping with the perfection of how good she felt.
Each thrust was cushioned by her thick ass, and within seconds, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Thankfully, Jules didn’t, either. Her hands shot out, gripping the edge of my desk as her entire body shuddered. I felt her walls clench in around me, overwhelming me with beautiful friction that had me gasping right along with her.