I placed my hands on the small of her back and let them drift to her ass. As if I had given her permission to touch me now too, her fingers dipped below the collar of my shirt. A soft moan escaped her throat. I loved her hands on me almost as much as I loved the weight of her ass in my hands. But that moan? That trumped everything. I squeezed the toned flesh of her ass hard and lifted her up.
She wrapped her legs around me as I shoved her back against the adjacent wall. I knew I was being rough with her, but I couldn’t control myself. I needed her. I’d needed her for weeks. She was all I could think about. Thoughts of her consumed my days and nights. All I wanted to do was unzip my pants right here and take her against the wall. But it couldn’t be over yet. I needed this moment to last longer. I buried my face in her neck and breathed in her heavenly cherry scent, trying to slow myself down. I traced my lips along her collarbone as her perfume engulfed me.
Her skin pebbled under my lips, goosebumps rising to the surface. God she was responsive. I kissed the side of her neck again.
She slid her fingers into my hair like she’d been desperate to do it forever, the slight pull making me lift my head. We locked eyes for a moment and everything felt so right. But it was also wrong. So fucking wrong. And I needed to make sure we were on the same page. We had to be before I let this get any further. Not that I was sure I could stop. I was too tangled up in her.
"I told you to stop thinking about me,” I said. My breathing was heavy. There was no possibility of turning back. I pressed my body even more firmly against hers, knowing she could feel what she was doing to me. I was hard as a rock for her. She’d been teasing me for weeks. I wanted her to know what she caused.
And she didn’t back down at all. "I can't possibly."
I glanced at her swollen lips. "You're infuriating, Penny.” What am I going to do with you?
She stared at me with all the conviction in the world. "Then punish me, Professor Hunter."
I groaned at her words and pulled her off the wall. I couldn’t wait another second to taste her. To feel her pussy clench around my cock. My elbow hit a filing cabinet and sent a vase toppling off the top. It smashed against the ground, but neither of us flinched. Holding her firmly against me with one hand, I shoved the contents on my desk to the floor with my free arm. A stapler and a container of pens crashed to the floor. Papers slowly drifted to the ground as I dropped her down on top of my now empty desk. I’d pictured this moment with her a lot. And in all my favorite fantasies, I took her on my desk. Her skirt rising up her thighs. Her looking at me just like that. Fuck.
I reached up her skirt, grabbed her thong, and pulled it down her thighs in one swift movement. I bent down and kissed the inside of her knee as her thong slid down her legs and onto the floor. She moaned as my lips trailed up her inner thigh. Her skin was soft and her body was toned and tight. She was perfection. I stopped at the top of her thigh. Her pussy was glistening with need even though we’d barely done anything. She’d be coming on my tongue in a few minutes, but not yet. Not until I got to see her perfect tits. The things I wanted to do with them…
I pulled her to a seated position and grabbed the sides of her tank top. She raised her hands over her head without an ounce of hesitation and I slowly lifted it off of her, my palms running along her smooth skin.
Her breasts were heavy and full in her bra, straining the straps on her shoulders. I undid the back hinge with one hand and threw the fabric across the room. Fucking heaven. Her nipples were hard, demanding attention. I thought I could kiss her forever. But I could definitely rest my head on her chest for the rest of my days.
I licked my lips as I tugged my sweater off. She reached forward and clumsily undid the buttons on my dress shirt. It was the first bit of nerves I’d seen. But I didn’t think she was second-guessing what was happening. I was pretty sure she was just nervous around me. She was as desperate as I was. Had she fantasized about this every night too? Had she played out this scenario for weeks? I knew without a doubt that she had. I pictured her touching herself as she thought about me. And I wondered how many times she’d already moaned my name.
She pushed my shirt off my shoulders, her hands pausing briefly on my biceps, before shoving the fabric the rest of the way down. She was staring at me like she worshipped me. There were stars in her eyes and we’d barely touched. Just wait until I’m inside of you. The thought made me even harder.
Her throat made this adorable squeaking noise as I pushed her naked back onto my desk. My hand splayed between her perfect breasts. I knew she could feel my erection on her leg, trying to break free of my jeans. I’d had this scene in my head for weeks. But I wasn’t sure how far she thought this would go.
I watched her reach out. She ran her hands down my abs and stopped at the waistband of my pants.
I need you. You have no idea how fucking much I need you, baby.
There was only a moment of hesitation before she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. That was the confirmation I needed. I leaned over and sucked on one of her nipples as I squeezed the other. Fucking perfection. Her nipple grew even harder underneath my tongue. I could spend hours just worshipping her tits. But if I didn’t taste her within the next few minutes, I was going to lose my mind.
I brought my lips to her ear. "You're going to want to scream," I whispered. "But don't make a sound." I knelt down in front of her and traced my lips along the inside of her other thigh. Slowly torturing her like she’d done to me for weeks. There was a drop of wetness on the top of my wooden desk right beneath her pussy. She needed me just as much as I needed her. And there was nothing stopping me now.
I thrust my tongue inside of her, tasting her for the first time. Her hips rose, greedy for more. Greedy for everything I had to offer. But not as greedy as I was for her. God, she tasted as sweet as she smelled. I pressed her thighs down, spreading them even wider as I let my tongue explore her. Delicious. I circled my tongue, hitting all of her walls. Her moans were driving me insane. I moved my lips to her clit as my fingers slid up her thigh. I wanted to feel how tight she was. But I needed her to know that this wasn’t going to be more than this moment. It couldn’t be.
I stood up and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Just this once, Penny." I bit her earlobe as I pressed down firmly on her clit with my thumb.
She gasped. And her hips rose, wanting more.
Not yet. Not until I let you.
I pushed her hips down more forcefully. “Do you understand?"
"Yes," she replied breathlessly.
I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of my desk. I pressed one finger into her wetness. She was so fucking tight. And she writhed under my touch. Just one finger and it looked like she’d never been so pleased in her life. I grew even harder. She’d been hanging out with college pricks that didn’t know how to properly please a woman. She deserved to be worshipped. I was about to show her everything she had been missing out on.
She moaned when my tongue encircled her clit again. I let another finger slide into her. So tight. I guess she’d been hanging out with small college pricks. She was going to grip my cock like it had never been gripped before.
I moved my hand painstakingly slowly. I didn’t want this moment to end. But I knew she was close. Those soft moans falling from her lips coming more frequently. I picked up the pace, my tongue in perfect tune with my fingers. I needed her sated and ready if she was going to handle the erection trying to break through the fabric of my pants.