The only thing I want is Ren inside me.
He doesn’t break our kiss as he walks me up the stairs to his office. Our lips never part as we enter the room, and the door shuts behind us. I feel the edge of his desk against the backs of my legs, and he sets me down.
I whimper as his mouth leaves mine, trailing warm kisses along my neck. One hand moves the strap of my dress down, exposing my shoulder, then continues kissing me just below my collarbone.
“You’re so goddamn fucking beautiful.” His voice is dripping with desire.
I swear I could come from that alone.
Enough is enough, he’s wearing too many clothes. I slip my hand under his jacket, lifting it off his body. He pulls back only long enough for it to fall to the floor. Our hands work with frenzied passion as my fingers desperately attack the buttons on his shirt, and he unzips my dress just as impatiently.
When I finally feel his hard, muscled body against my fingertips, I moan loudly and pull off his shirt. His eyes darken, sweeping the desk behind me, and presses his lips to mine, laying me back. My skin ignites as he slowly peels down my black dress, my breasts tumbling out, exposing my starving nipples to his hungry eyes.
“Fuck.” He reaches for them with greedy hands, squeezing them together, bringing them to his mouth, sending sparks of pleasure zinging through me.
I cry out, arching my back, pressing my breast further into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hard peak, teasing me and making me writhe beneath him. He licks, sucks and bites until the nub can’t take any more, then moves to the next one, making sure he leaves no stone unturned
“Oh god,” I moan, dying for sweet release.
After both nipples are aching and stiff, and thoroughly taken care of. He continues his downward journey, peeling my dress off my body, his hot mouth and tongue trailing along my skin.
My dress hits the floor, and his hands slide under my back, lifting me, my breasts rising to his mouth. After a slow, torturous journey up my body, he claims my lips, hard and fast. My hands fumble unbuckling his pants, while he kisses me senseless, and he rips them off, throwing them to the floor.
Taking my hand, he pulls me from the desk as he stalks to the lounge, but we never make it. He yanks me back and drops to his knees behind me.
“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.” He nips my ass with his teeth as his hand slides between my legs.
The sudden touch of his fingers forces a moan from my lips and my legs to buckle. He uses the momentum to bring me to my knees, my naked back flush to his chest.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you,” he whispers in my ear.
His words hit me hard, and I lean my head on his shoulder, opening my legs for him.
“Please.“ I’m not sure what I’m asking for, but I need him. Now.
A feral growl rips through his throat as he grabs my neck with one hand and then roughly slides it down my breasts, down my stomach and into my panties. I cry out as he finally finds my throbbing bud.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He groans into my neck, his fingers circling.
“Mmmm.” All I can do is moan in agreement as his fingers continue their sweet torture.
His other hand takes my breast hard, squeezing and twisting my sensitive nipple as his fingers send me into oblivion. I wrap my arm around his neck, crying out, rocking back and forth, grinding on his hand.
“More!” I unashamedly beg him.
He answers instantly, pushing a finger inside. I cry out, moving my hips faster against him, searching for my release. He doesn’t relent and curls his finger, making me come undone with a loud moan.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, biting down on my neck. “Wet and tight just like I thought you would be.”
He adds a second digit, stretching me open, and I can feel my muscles clenching around him, then pulls back, and thrusts in again and again, until I can’t take it anymore. But he just adds to the torture, slowing down and working me over, keeping me right on the edge, until my body is arching, pushing against his hand.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to taste you,” he says, taking my breast in his hand, squeezing and rolling my nipple in his fingers.
“Don’t stop.”
“You’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Oh, God, please.”