Pushing my office chair back with one foot, I ease her down onto my desk. The space is clear, seeing as I haven’t done anything at it except think of her.
She clings to me but quickly figures out what I have in mind, propping herself up on the hardwood desk with her arms back behind her. Her hands clawing at what little paperwork they find. Scrunching them loudly and only fanning the burning inferno I have in me right now for her.
I sit myself down, scooting the chair close enough, and start to yank her long skirt higher so I really can get to work.
The only kind of work I plan on doing for a long time.
If the sound filling the room wasn’t coming from me, I’d swear a wild animal of some sort was loose. So it’s a good thing I opted for the solid, soundproof walls when I built the place.
She can scream her fucking head off, and no one but me will hear her.
Each of my low, guttural growls and groans of anticipation is met by the female version of the same thing.
Vanessa’s little mews and whimpers are mixed with deep groans and another special sound once my big hand finally slides up the inside of her creamy thigh.
Instantly finding its target, her wet pussy under my stiff fingers flexes and pulses, her gasping breaths matched by one hand of her own gripping my hair. Tugging at it in a way that lets me know she wants exactly what I want.
What we both need.
“Oh Michael,” she puffs, her hips thrusting up so I can hitch this damned skirt out of the way.
One hand on her chest, my other yanking at her pure white panties, groaning when I see and feel that sweet essence running from her slick valley.
Craving it already, like water to a man who’s spent his life actually dying slowly from thirst.
I’ve found my oasis, and it’s no mirage.
She’s fucking perfect.
The little wisp of natural blond above her pink lower lips have me filling her gap with a single finger instantly, drawing it up until it meets her swollen bud. Making her grip me harder, swearing to herself. Pleading with me to give her more.
Her clit, like her nipples, is so stiff, so hot to the touch, that I know this is the only desk job I’ll ever have her doing.
But I want to see all of her. I want to see everything that belongs to me now, so as quickly as I can manage and with a little silent instruction from her, her gorgeous breasts are freed from her blouse.
Her skirt is unzipped, and tossing her clothes over my shoulder like used wrapping paper, I take a moment to look at her.
“My God, you’re perfect, Vanessa,” I remind her, stealing a long, deep kiss, moaning deeper when her hands start to stroke me through my jeans, fidgeting with my zipper.
But being a gentleman, I have to insist. “Ladies first,” I growl with a grin. This means I’m gonna eat her until she creams all over my face, and then I’ll do it again. And again.
And then, maybe then we can see about just how much of me she can handle.
My horny little virgin, begging for it now. Not just fantasizing about it.
And thanking me with what I know is going to blow her mind and her pussy right out of orbit.
She’s already blown my mind with her sweet curves and that tight little pussy of hers. And I’m already showing my appreciation.
“Fuck!” she grunts loudly, her whole body stiffening once my mouth covers her quivering mound, lips, clit, all in one movement.
Her thick thighs press hard against my ears, her hand pushing me deeper into her.
My tongue is big enough and keen enough to service her whole sex with ease. My hands move as if they have strict instructions from her body to only go where they’ll have the most impact.
Feeling her warm, smooth body smoosh up against me. Her legs over my shoulders as she discovers just how much pleasure she can have, courtesy of my mouth.
I can feel how close she is already, though my own need to come is second to me craving her first real orgasm.
Needing to claim that, too. It isn’t long before we’re both rewarded.
Her soft body stiffens again as she calls my name, swearing under her labored breath.
Her essence flows like a river which I greedily drink from.
All of her in me and on me, that’s all I want. To have her come over and over so I never forget just how perfect she is.
Never forget how fucking special she is.
Her low moans eventually fade to little squeaks, and I pull her closer, gripping her ass like I mean it and finishing her in a way that sees her coming for longer than either of us would’ve thought possible a few minutes ago.