I gather her body’s own moisture, then withdraw my fingers and rub the silky wetness over her clit, the little pink bud swelling at my touch, before lowering my mouth to her center. I get to work with my tongue, swirling and inhaling her perfect feminine scent.
“You taste like heaven,solnishka,” I say, before losing myself in her. She’s breathing in hard, ragged pants as I keep up the rhythm, her face turned sideways on the desk, eyes squeezed shut, her body racked with tension that seems to arc through her and into me, shooting straight to my groin.
“I want you,solnishka.” My words come out in urgent whispers as I lean in to lap at her clit. “I want to fuck you so bad it hurts,” I murmur against her, before tonguing her entrance.
Then she gasps, seeming to hold her breath as the tension inside her peaks and shatters. She orgasms with a shaky sigh, her inner muscles clenching around the tip of my tongue, a look of excruciating pleasure on her gorgeous face.
The sight…Goddammit.
With a deep, almost animalistic growl, I slide my fingers out from her, hurriedly undoing my buckles and pulling my pants down halfway. My cock springs free, hot, heavy and excruciatingly hard. I pump myself fast. Once. Twice.
Mila watches, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and lust.
“Like what you see, baby?” I ask and she nods almost immediately then blushes hard. I chuckle, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. “You’re not ready,solnishka…but watch me.”
She swallows, dropping her gaze to where my hand is busy pumping my cock.
“Spread your legs for me, baby… Let me see you… Oh, God…divine.”
I slide my fingers inside her, gathering her moisture, moaning when she contracts weakly around my fingers. I pull out and with my wet fingers, stroke myself from root to tip, drawing a thick bead of pre-come. I close my eyes with a groan as a wave of dizzying pleasure rushes to my head. I pump once…twice, and I’m tumbling over the edge.
I let out a string of Russian curse words as I submit my body to the overwhelming wave of climax pushing through me.
“Mila,”I groan, like a wounded beast on the verge of death. My jaw and neck are taut with strain, my sperm spurting onto her thighs, hot and thick.
After…when it feels like we can both finally breathe again. I pull my pants up, leaving them loose around my waist, then I lift her in my arms bridal style. She lets out a surprised yelp, even as her arms come around my neck.
“I’ve got you,solnishka,” I murmur, heading toward the bathroom.
I help her clean up, giving little kisses of reassurance in between while she blushes adorably and lets me do my thing.After I’m sure we both look presentable again, I lead her back to my office and make her sit on the couch.
She won’t look at me, but I plant myself in front of her, waiting until she shyly raises her eyes to mine.
“Cancel the rest of my appointments today,” I say quietly.
Her brows dip in surprise. “All of them?”
“Yes.”
“W-why?”
I crouch so I’m on her eye-level. “Because I’m done for the day,” I say. “And I’m taking you home.”
She blinks at me with even more confusion. “Home?”
“I’m you cooking dinner,” I add, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She blinks. “You…cook?”
“I do,” I say. “And I need a break.”
I don’t say the rest.
That I don’t want to let her walk out of this office wondering what all of that meant…or if she’s just some office fling, a helpless assistant that I took advantage of.
She seems pretty sensitive and I’m determined never to leave her guessing my intentions like I did the first time.
“Okay,” she says and I feel a surge of something…nice.
There’s something sweet about the way she lets me take the lead, make decisions for her…something erotic about the way she obeys my every command without coming off as docile.