Smiling against her pussy, I kiss her clit, before moving to her inner thigh and kissing it, then her stomach, her pink crystal belly ring I fucking love, licking her nipple, one, then the other, moving up her body. She watches me, looking down, me looking up, drinking me in with her eyes, taking note of the care and attention I’m giving her, then I kiss the base of her throat, before covering my hungry mouth over hers, my scruff coated in her arousal. There’s no doubt she’ll taste herself on my lips.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, baby. I love you.” It’s so much that sometimes it’s hard to concentrate.
I deliver a punishing kiss, hoping she understands how much I mean it, pouring my adoration for her through my touch.
I’m completely at her mercy and she knows it. I show her every day how much I love her. From having her morning matcha made and by her bed every morning, to surprise trips to animal sanctuaries and donations to dozens of charities she’s passionate about. All I want to do is make her happy.
In return she showers me with kisses, and donuts, and sometimes, if she’s awake before I am, I wake up with her mouth wrapped around my cock. We are perfect for each other.
The term fools for love sums us up perfectly.
My belt buckle clatters off the edge of the desk as I undo it recklessly with fast hands, my lips nipping at hers, my breathing becoming heavier, desperate with the need to fuck. To fuck her and make her feel good.
I pull my cock from my boxers and hold myself at her entrance, teasing her a little, dragging the head of my cock up and down between her lips before pushing my cock inside of her wet pussy. She cries out with pleasure as I fill her, bottoming out.
Then we’re moving together, riding hard and fast, my hand clasping her ass to hold her steady as we rock together in perfect rhythm.
Her hand is wrapped around my tie, our lips locked as our tongues fuck each other’s mouths at the same speed.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” I mumble against her mouth, thrusting hard, ramming my cock in and out of her wet heat.
She gasps as I punch all the air out of her, driving into her with force.
If she wants me to be rough with her, then I am giving her exactly what she asked for.
Her pussy stretches to accommodate how deep and hard I’m fucking her up the desk, holding on to her hips as her tits bounce as I really give it to her.
My balls slap off her pussy, again and again, my breathing becoming labored with every deep hip thrust.
Slow and sensual sex with her is fucking great and I love it when we do it. But when it’s fast and dirty like this, it’s exactly what I didn’t realize I needed. Brutal, savage even, I always come so hard.
“Touch yourself, come for me,” I shout, panting between words, on the verge of losing it completely.
She lets go of my tie, unlocking her lips from mine, and lies back against the table.
Pushing her hand down into the small space between us, she does what I ask, rubbing her clit over and over, and the familiar sensation rises in my balls and spine and I know I won’t last.
“Elijah.” She pants my name.
“Rub faster, baby,” I roar. “Pinch your clit.”
The clatter of my belt mixes with the sound of my balls slapping her pussy, and our primal noises are all that can be heard through my quiet office as I fuck her up the desk.
Right now, it feels like the world has narrowed down to only us.
She tilts her pelvis to take me deeper, the head of my cock hitting her G-spot, then she’s coming, all over my cock, moaning my name as I slam into her, once, then twice, the power of my orgasm taking control of my body.
I clench my eyes shut as I hold myself deep, coming inside of her, filling her up with my cum, and gripping on to her ass so hard I know I’ll leave fingerprints.
There’s no feeling better than when we come together, gasping and groaning in mutual pleasure, her inner walls clenching around my cock of every last drop of my cum as we begin our descent.
My heart is still racing, and I’m attempting to catch my breath. I know I’m getting too old for this, but she makes me feel like I’m still in my twenties. We sure fuck like we are.
I slide my cock out of her slowly before she sits up and kisses me with such tenderness, it’s such a contrast to the way we just fucked each other’s brains out.
“I need a shower.” She smiles against my lips.
“Dirty girl.”