He stepped to me, his fingers gently brushing my face. His fingertips felt like soft feathers gliding on my flesh. I closed my eyes, leaning to his touch. When you've longed for something for as long as I had for Tristen, the moment you get it feels surreal, almost like a fantasy.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered before his lips took mine. The kiss wasn't gentle, and I didn't want it to be. A year's worth of desire ricocheted through me, and I pushed my body against his, feeling the hardness of his erection against me. I liked knowing that I was the one who had that effect on him. I felt strong, knowing that I made him just as weak as he made me. His need for me was apparent with the way he groaned into my mouth as his tongue gently licked my llps. The kiss was full of anger and need. It wasn’t gentle. It was a tornado that had built until it started ravaging everything in its sight. I opened my mouth, inviting him in. One of his hands fisted my hair while his other was digging at my waist, crushing me to him. He wasn't hiding his hunger for me as his silky tongue invaded my mouth, forcing me to open my lips for him. I was starving for his touch. It was like a hunger that had gone on so long that, at that moment, I felt like I had to get my fill because who knew when I would feel this satiated again. I opened my mouth, desperate for more of him, getting drunk on his taste.
"Once we do this, there's no going back. You'll be mine," Tristen whispered against my lips.
"I'm not going anywhere. I want this, Tristen. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything else. I want you. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you standing outside my house."
I felt the back of my thighs press against his desk, unsure of how we got there, so lost in the moment that I didn't even notice Tristen walking us back.
"I'm a demanding man. I plan on having you in multiple ways, beautiful.You sure you’re ready?"
I nodded in agreement, willing to give him whatever he needed, whatever he wanted.
Tristen grabbed my waist and lifted, placing me on the oak desk. My skirt rode up a little as his hands glided up my thighs. His fingers lingered on the outside of my panties, brushing against the lace. "I already feel how hot your pussy is for me. Such a good girl," he said as he glided my legs open. I sat there on his desk, my legs now open, exposed to him. Stepping back, he stood there, his eyes burning me with his stare as I was open and exposed to him.
"Stay there, and don't you dare close your legs," he ordered. He moved away from me and pulled up a chair, his eyes now level with my core. "Are you wet, princess?"
I nodded, unable to form any coherent words.
"I asked you a question," he said as he stepped up to me and ripped my blouse open, buttons flying. His finger traced circles above my cleavage. "Are you wet?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He bent down and nipped at my earlobe before making my body break out in goose bumps by whispering, "I like seeing that little wet spot on your panties, knowing that I caused it." He moved back, making me feel completely cold by losing his touch, and sat down on the chair again.
"Take off your panties."
I didn't even hesitate. I pulled my panties down, letting them fall onto his office floor.
"Good girl. You have a very pretty pussy. I could stare at it all day." He picked up my panties and brought them to his nose. His eyes fell closed as he inhaled my scent before slipping them into his suit pocket. "You smell like heaven, princess. My mouth is watering at the thought of tasting you."
"Then do it," I challenged.
"All in good time, sweetheart, but there are a few other things I want to do with you first. Have you ever played with that pretty pussy?
I felt my body getting hot from his words and his wanton stare. The idea of touching myself while Tristen watched me was a complete turn-on. I hadn’t realized I was a bit of an exhibitionist, but here with Tristen, I knew it was what I wanted. I didn’t know how Tristen knew what buttons to push, but he did. The man seemed to have a straight line to my innermost desires and thoughts. "Yes," I whispered, casting my eyes down.
"Look at me, princess," he demanded, and my head shot up immediately, making direct eye contact. "Good girl. Keep your eyes on me. Touch yourself for me."