“I’m admiring how wet you are.”
“I mean are you going to do more than that? Because I can’t take the teasing.”
“You can,” I assured her teasingly. “And you will. Now tell me what time our flight arrives.”
“Eight at night in Biarritz,” Sara murmured fast, writhing against the table as I massaged her ass with one hand, using the other to undo my belt. The metal sound of my buckle was enough to make her moan.
“Not so loud,” I grinned as I freed my dick from the tent it pitched, releasing my handful of Sara to reach into my pocket. I heard her whisper “thank God” after turning to confirm my teeth tearing open a condom. “Now tell me how much time we have in Biarritz before the Roths arrive.”
“You and I will be a
rriving the night before the Roths, so I can get acquainted with the property. Colin will be arriving the next morning, the same time that Turner, Carter and their advisors touch down. Oh God, Julian…”
Fuck, I was enjoying this too much. I wanted to hear every sexy, tortured little sound Sara could make for me.
“Julian…” She pressed her thighs together as she waited impatiently for my instruction. I loved every fucking second of it. “Please. Tell me what now.”
“Unbutton your shirt. Only enough to pull your bra down,” I said as I brought my seat directly behind her, watching her arms hastily move to free her tits. When she was finished with my request, she braced herself with her hands back on the table.
“What now?”
I smoothed my hand over the rubber stretched tight over me. “I want you to sit on my cock.”
Her thighs flexed at my command, and our eyes locked as she looked over her shoulder. I gripped the base of my dick as she positioned herself over the head. With my free hand, I cupped her ass, guiding her till she was exactly where she needed to be.
“Easy,” I murmured, watching her slick pussy stretch perfectly for me as she lowered onto my shaft. “Fuck.”
The word ground out in two syllables. She was so damned tight. Tighter than I remembered. I groaned, tipping my head back for all of two seconds before I returned my attention to my incredible view. She was on her elbows now, her ponytail swaying in front of me as she inched further down toward my base.
“God, it doesn’t stop,” she moaned, tightening my balls. “Am I close?”
“Few inches left.”
“Holy shit, I just felt you get so much harder,” she whispered.
“Keep talking dirty like that.”
“I’m not trying to.”
“That’s why I like it,” I muttered, letting out a grunt once she sat all the way down on me, her body rigid as it struggled to take my size. “Breathe.”
I circled my arms around her waist, clenching my jaw as I focused on not blowing my fucking load right away. It was impossible. She felt like heaven wrapped wet and tight around my cock, and every time I got a hold of myself, she made some breathy noise to put me right back in danger.
“God, you feel so fucking big,” she practically whimpered. Jesus fuck, she was going to make me explode.
“Take it slow.” I leaned into her back and kissed her shoulders. “Breathe for me.”
“Breathing,” she exhaled softly.
“Good girl. Sit all the way. Give me all your weight.”
Sara whimpered but did as she was told, letting her body melt against me. She leaned all the way back on my chest, rolling her head onto my shoulder and making the sexiest little sounds as she started to move her hips around me.
“Oh… that feels nice,” she started to giggle, putting a grin on my lips. “Oh God, that feels really nice.”
“Good.” I moved my hands up to her bare tits spilling out of her shirt. “Keep going.” I rocked slowly into her as she rocked steadily back against me. “Keep riding me like that. Just like that. That feels so fucking good.”
The sounds of the office faded back in my ears as we found a rhythm.