“Take off your blouse.” The deep rumble of his voice had her nipples stiff and aching. Slowly, thankful she didn’t fumble, she undid her blouse and pulled it from her skirt. Carefully, she laid it over the back of the chair and stood proudly before him.
“Now your bra.” The catch at the back released immediately, and she drew the bra down her arms, sighing in relief as her breasts swayed freely, swollen and hard.
“Come here.” At his command, her pussy almost gushed in anticipation. She was slightly unsteady as she came around his desk. Now only a few feet from him, her pussy clenched in eagerness.
“Now your skirt.” Three large buttons were all that held up the skirt. With the last button he realized she had nothing on beneath, and his eyes darkened. He reached out, and his hands landed on her hips and drew her even closer, into the V of his open legs. The feel of his large hands covering her hips easily made her tremble with need. His hands shifted to the smooth skin of her ass and squeezed lightly, as if he were learning her. A sigh escaped her, and he squeezed once again, harder. She watched him move closer and closer, his face mere inches from her trembling pussy. “I can smell you, and you smell good.” She jumped as he licked the juices that had gathered at the seam of her pussy. “You taste so damned sweet. I love how fucking wet you are.”
In a motion that surprised her, she was lifted onto his desk, and he parted her legs with only one hand. He smiled as he took in her glistening pussy, her juices all but dripping. “How lovely you are. I could stare at you all day. I could, but I think I would rather eat you.”
His tongue was soft, starting low, where her juices had pooled. With long, hot strokes, he cleaned her gently, then deeply, opening her wider to him. Over and over his tongue left fire where it touched. Laura had at first been embarrassed by how wet she was, overly conscious of the hard desk beneath her, but as his mouth moved over her, all she thought about was that she never wanted it to end. Kelly hadn’t been exaggerating—he was amazing. His tongue moved deeply inside, tasting, drinking her in, again and again, and if he weren’t groaning about how good she tasted she’d have died of embarrassment at how wet she was for him. He sucked the lips of her pussy softly and then gently; moving back into her pussy, he toyed with her labia until she wanted to scream for him to allow her to come. Then he was finally there—he licked her clit once, twice, long, lazy strokes of his tongue, and then he sucked, hard. She bucked once and then twice as she flew toward her orgasm and it washed over her.
Gradually, she came back down as she felt him stroking her thighs from the outside. Sitting up, she felt almost shy as she met his gaze.
“Let me guess: that doesn’t happen to you very often, does it?” he asked with a smile.
“Only when I’m alone,” she answered before she thought about it and smiled back.
He laughed and shook his head. “Poor Laura. That is too bad. But that is in the past, and there is more to come. Much more, I promise.”
She didn’t have to think. “Yes please.”
He laughed again, and then easily picked her up off the desk and set her down on unsteady legs. As he bent to retrieve her skirt, her eyes were once again drawn to the bulge in his pants. Without thought, she kneeled and reached out to touch him. “But what about you?”
“I had thought you might want to take this slow.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to take this slow.”
While Laura had only ever given a blowjob three or four times in her entire life, remembering Kelly going down on him, her mouth was almost as wet as her pussy had been. He leaned back in the chair and his eyes became heavy. “Well then, what about me?”
She drew the zipper down and reached inside. He was so hard, she wondered if she would be even to take half of him inside her mouth. He stood, and in seconds his pants and boxers were gone. Need had her back off her knees, greedy to see all of him. Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and he chuckled at her need. He took off his suit jacket, pushed her hands away, and quickly undid his shirt. Then he pulled off the sleeveless undershirt, and her breath left her in a rush. His body was obscenely gorgeous: a fine mat of hair covered a strong, muscular chest and feathered down a stomach that had the most amazing six-pack she had ever seen. Her hands roamed over him, and he stood still as he allowed her to learn him by touch. She heard his intake of breath as her fingers found a hard nipple and she leaned forward to taste him.
His hand went into her hair to stop her. She moaned her complaint and looked up at him. Shaking his head, he used the handful of hair in his grip and tugged her down. “On your knees. I want your mouth on my dick, not my body. I’m so hard I’m ready to come, and I want to do that in your mouth.”
Her mouth went dry and then flooded again at his words, his command of her body, her will. She went down on her knees again and his grip loosened in her hair. His cock was beautiful, long, and thick—it looked better than the lifelike vibrator she used at home. “I haven’t done this very often, so I might not be very good.”
Paul’s only answer was to tighten his grip in her hair and bring her closer to him. Drawn to the glimmer of pre-cum at the tip, she licked once then twice, and with a greedy need sucked the tip of his cock. Her tongue loved the taste of him; swirling over the head of his cock, she was intent on capturing all of his pre-cum. She stroked over him, feeling him, learning him. He was so soft and yet so hard, and shockingly hot to the touch. She heard him groan above her, and smiled. She longed to be able to take all of him in her mouth, but a few inches were all she could manage. Her tongue roamed around those inches lovingly, hungrily, and her hands worked the rest of him that her mouth couldn’t. The back of her hand felt the soft, silky sac of his balls, and she immediately wanted to explore them. Only a few tentative licks were all she could manage before she gave in to the desire to taste them fully. He groaned and pulled her away from him, cursing. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, surprised.
“No—too right; you did it too well. I’m going to come, and I didn’t want to do it in your hair. Put me back in your mouth.”
Laura swelled with pride at his words, and took him back into her mouth. As she sucked him as deeply as she could, he began to fuck her mouth, as he had Kelly’s, and his thrusting made her so wet that she was dripping along her inner thighs. Seconds later, he came hard, shooting into her mouth. It surprised her, but she sucked
harder, wanting everything he had to give her. As he grew limp in her mouth, she marveled that she had actually tasted him and still wanted more. It was just as hard to believe how turned on she was at having him in her mouth. She loved it and already was looking forward to it again. Unable to let him go, she moved her mouth over him all over again. Even limp she couldn’t take all of him in her mouth, but she tried. She loved the feel of his hands in her hair as he urged her to continue, and much sooner than she had thought possible, he was hard again.
She was disappointed as he drew her away from his cock and pulled her onto his lap. “For someone who hasn’t done this very often, you do it very well.”
He moaned into her mouth as he kissed her hard and deep, tasting every inch of her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips, and is was a turn-on that had her writhing in his arms. His mouth moved lower, taking in one tight nipple and then the other. Normally, she hated the attention paid to her breasts. Jeff had only ever bitten and sucked too hard, and she had actually taken to keeping her bra on, to keep him from them. Paul seemed to worship them, laving gently and then blowing lightly until sucking deeply to soothe. She was begging him to stop and then to not ever stop. Her breath coming in short pants. She was soaking wet and begging for release.
She was surprised when he set her back on her feet and her legs came close to giving out from under her. He flipped her over his desk, his hands hard, gripping her hips. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to be bent over my desk, my dick inside you.”
“Yes please.” She moaned, and then he was there, sliding inside her. Despite monthly use of her seven-inch vibrator, the feel of him, thicker and hotter and buried deep inside her, had her gasping. His beautiful dick was filling her completely—so much better than her fantasy; so much more than she had thought possible. Her body molded to him and welcomed him deeper inside. He was relentless, his strokes dominating, as he pounded into her. The slapping noise of him moving against her made her hotter, wetter than she ever thought possible. Then his fingers were there, slipping into her. With just a light touch, he flicked her clit once, twice, and sent her over the edge. Only faintly did she hear his shout of release as he followed her over the edge, but she smiled in satisfaction to know she had caused it.
***
As Laura let herself into her apartment that night, a list of things that needed to be done floated through her head and went right back out. All she wanted to do was lie on the couch and revel in the feel of him and the scent of him on her skin. Only minutes after entering her apartment, the door opened again, with April and Tina grinning like maniacs.
“So how did it go?” April asked.
Tina cackled. “Girl, you really got to ask that when you see the look on her face? Damn, girl, was he that good? Details, we want details.”