Rampant

She moaned loudly, her hips bucking under his mouth. He put the bottle down, and hauled the skimpy triangle of fabric down the length of her legs. Dipping between her legs, he nudged her clit with his tongue, and kissed it, adoring her, breathing over her most sensitive flesh and suckling her until she came again, her fist thumping against the table as she did. “Gray, please, have mercy! I need you.”

He opened his fly, taking his cock in his hand. She watched and her expression was all he needed to know. He reached for the back pocket of his jeans, grappling for the condom. By the time he’d got the rubber on, she was undulating, her delicious pussy pink and swollen, glistening from his ministrations, an invitation he would never be able to refuse.

He moved into position. “So, are you ready to become my research assistant on the sexmagic front?”

“I thought I already was.” She squirmed, edging against him, trying to force him on.

He gave her a chastising look, holding back from what they both wanted for one last moment. She bit her lower lip in that way of hers, and he knew she’d caught his drift. Her reaction was too adorable.

“We haven’t even got started.” He eased his cock inside her, watching as her expression changed, her eyes narrowing to dark slits, her mouth opening as he filled her. “And I want you to know a little about what you do to me, inside. Okay?”

Her eyes lit, and she nodded, her lips still parted.

He pushed deeper still, his breath stolen from him when he was buried to the hilt in her, his cock wedged deep inside her. The hot, wet sheath of her cunt held him so tightly and embraced him in such a visceral, explicit way, that he had to pause before he pulled back and gave it to her again.

“Too good, you feel too good,” he whispered. It took a moment to find his rhythm, to control it. Then, riding her, he moved his hand above her face and above her heart, harnessing the essence of her desire. He kissed his palm and set the glow of her sexual desire free into the atmosphere. Then he reached right down inside of himself, and set some of what he felt for her free, into the room.

All of it would be too much.

She moaned and thrashed, her body arching, her cunt spasming. The room filled with colored light, and then the shelves shook, books dropping out of their niches here and there.

She laughed joyously, her eyes glinting as the light reflected off them, and when she came her body gripped his so possessively that he couldn’t resist a moment longer, his cock jerking as he let rip.

Falling across her, panting, he kissed her jaw.

“So, Gray,” she said, as she tried to catch her breath, “do you think we can make it to the bed?”

“Definitely not,” he responded, chuckling, and kissed her mouth. He was getting hard again already. “Maybe never. Is that a problem for you?”

She sighed, and then winked. “It’s the kind of problem I guess I’ll have to get used to, if I want to keep my position as your research assistant. And I have to say, this is a position I wouldn’t give up for the world.”