I gasp as he sucks at it, just hard enough to make my nipple begin to harden. All the while his free hand cups my other breast, his thumb working over my nipple until it, too, feels hard as a pebble beneath his touch.
Just when the pleasure becomes almost too much, as if sensing it, he shifts, kissing his way across my chest to take my other nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking at me, as his free hand slides up and he hooks his fingertips under the edge of my panties.
One swift move, and he tugs those away from between his, grinning as he leans back in, his torso between my thighs, the hard press of his cock on my inner thigh.
I reach down to trace the edges of his cock, tilting my head up to catch his eyes. “I want your thick cock inside me,” I say, my gaze on his. I tighten my grip around him for emphasis, and I can feel the pulse as his cock jumps beneath my fingers, already hard as steel.
His grin turns heated. Sly. “Whatever you command,” he tells me. Then he shifts a little, reaches down to grab his pants, and I reach down to help him, practically shoving them off his waist in my eagerness.
My lips part when he draws his cock free, the same way I always do when I see him like this, so hungry for me he can barely contain it. I reach down to wrap both hands around his shaft, stroking his length, my hands tracing the veins that stand out on the edge of his thick shaft, my thumb tracing across his soft, spongy tip, where a pearl of precum has gathered, that’s how much he wants me.
He watches me through hooded eyes, his breath coming harder. Faster. “Missy… You make me so fucking hard.”
I look up to meet his gaze, hiding a smile. At the same time, I tighten my hands around his shaft. “Do you want me right now, Keanen?”
He steps closer with a growl, low in the back of his throat. “Always.” He leans in to kiss the crook of my neck, the hollow at the base of my throat. “But right now?” He draws back a little to meet my gaze again, his own heated. “More than I have ever wanted anyone or anything in my life,” he murmurs.
My breath catches.
When he shifts between my legs again, it’s slower this time. He guides the tip of his cock to my entrance, pausing to meet my gaze before he slowly eases inside me. I gasp as the tip of his cock slips between my lips. But with every inch that he pushes deeper into my pussy, I feel my muscles relaxing, my body expanding to take him in, to fit him into where he belongs.
By the time he’s fully inside me, I have both legs wrapped tight around his waist, my hands fisted in his shirt to hold myself up.
He wraps one hand around the small of my back and slowly leans over me, laying me back down across the desk until he’s standing at the edge, his body pressing mine down into the desk, as his cock fills me fully. “Missy.” The emotion in his voice stops me cold, freezes my breath in my lungs as I watch him. He searches my gaze for a moment, shifting so I can feel every inch of his cock inside me, the full feeling that I love, the sense of being so close to him, so connected.
“I love you,” he whispers, and I swear my heart could burst straight through my chest right now, it beats so fast where it’s pressed against his, his body wrapped tight around mine.
“I love you,” I breathe. Then his lips collide with mine again, and he draws back, making me moan a little in the back of my throat in protest, not wanting to lose the feeling of him inside me. But he thrusts back again a moment later, and then we’re both moving, our hands tight around each other’s bodies, roaming.
I pull his shirt off, discard it. I want every bare inch of our skin touching now. His smooth, strong chest glides over mine, his muscles glistening, digging into my soft places in all the right ways. His mouth keeps moving, kissing my lips, my jaw, my throat.
I run my hands over his bare back, digging my fingertips into every muscle, tracing outlines on his skin.
His hands mirror my own, tracing my curves, gripping my hips for purchase as he moves faster, arching his back so that his cock drags along my inner walls, making my breath hitch as he grazes over my G-spot.
He watches me then, smiling at the way I arch under him, reacting. “I love watching you come for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with heat. “I could spend my whole life watching you lose control like this…”