“I did it for me,” she said between gasps.
“Oh, really?” He licked again, this time paying attention to her slit. She reached up, her hand wanting to grip the back of his head to keep him in place but he dodged her.
“Yes, I did it for me you jerk.” She panted. Short, shallow breaths. “It has nothing to do with the fact that I want your mouth on me.”
“Hmm…” The sound vibrated across her flesh causing her to quiver. “Is that so?”
“I want what I want. And I want it right now.”
He smiled. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”
Neil bent forward, gripped her thighs and set to work. She moaned and leaned back on her elbows, her hair dangling along the desk.
Neil exposed her tiny bud and licked, fast, slow, hard then soft. Changing up his ministrations to make her explode.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.” When she positioned her hands at the sides of his head he let her direct. She ground her pelvis against his tongue, taking her pleasure. Which was even more of a turn on than knowing he could finish the job on his own. The fact that she knew what she wanted and took it, admirable, even in the bedroom.
Neil inserted his fingers and pumped hard, never pulling all the way out. She cried out and shuddered, her legs trembling around his head.
While Carson basked in the gigantic orgasm, Neil didn’t waste time. He stood, grabbed a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself.
Carson reached out and traced the black ink at his neck, then moved to unbutton his shirt, but he pulled her hands away. She didn’t need to see the tattoo, the outcome of a stupid, knee-jerk reaction.
“When are you going to let me see what’s hiding under your shirt?”
“Another time,” he whispered.
He grabbed Carson’s arms and pulled her off the desk.
He turned her body making sure she didn’t trip on the tangle of shoes and pants around her legs. He let his hands roam over her curves, her perfect ass, her flat stomach and soft round breasts. Her hands snaked around and wrapped around his neck. She wiggled her body—including her bottom—which grazed over his balls.
“Bend over.” Neil guided her down, his hand pressing against her shoulder. He loved how one minute she took pleasure for herself and the next she obeyed him without question.
Neil positioned his cock at her waiting entrance. She spread her legs and he pushed inside, slid balls deep. She was slick and ready from her earlier orgasm. He pumped a steady rhythm, careful to try not to explode too early. Which he was bound to do if he kept staring at her ass and the view of him disappearing inside her deeper, and more easily, with every stroke.
She pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Christ, Carson, stop.” Neil bent over, his mouth clasping onto her neck, trying to stop the orgasm from rising up.
He sucked and bit at her neck and she moaned and wiggled under his body.
“Woman, I can’t last if you keep doing that.”
“Then don’t.” She reached out and gripped
the edge of the desk. “Do it. Fuck me.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Neil pumped, picking up speed with every second. Flesh slapped against flesh, a damn sexy sound. He pushed in double time, grasping onto her hips and pulling her back against his pelvis making the contact even more intense.
Sweat broke out across his brow and the orgasm he’d been pushing away swept over him like a rising tide.
With one more thrust he plunged inside and shuddered, the waves of pleasure took over. He faintly noticed the touch of Carson’s hand against his at her side.
She tightened around him, her own orgasm mere seconds after his own.
With the room in focus once again, he pulled out. Carson lay spread out face-first across the desk, her beautiful ass, red and bruised from where he gripped. He pulled her up and cradled her in his arms, planting a soft kiss on her cheek, moving ever so slowly toward her parted lips. He caressed every bare inch of her body, soft and slick from her sweat. “I can’t stop touching you.”
Her body trembled at his touch. “I have no problem with that.”