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A tremor works its way down her body at my command. Birdie obeys without question, lifting her feet to the desktop. The phone’s camera is right where I’d be if I were kneeling in front of her. Fuck. The only way to make this better is to be there in person.
I get up from the chair, approach the bed, and position my phone at the edge, kneeling before it. “Spit on your fingers and touch yourself. I want you to imagine me licking up your slit and teasing that cute little nub.”
Birdie does as she’s told, and despite my earlier determination, I have a sobering thought. What if she’s only doing this out of fear? “Birdie, stop.”
Her eyes fly open, and her head lifts from the reclined chair. “What?! Why?”
“You don’t have to do this just because I told you to. I only wanted to distract you.”
Birdie’s eyes lock onto mine, her lips curl into a slow grin, and her fingers go right back to her pussy. “I may not be a badass like Chelsea, Sadie, or the other female operatives, but you—don’t—scare—me.”
Her eyes close again, and she drops her head back. “The sooner you learn that, the sooner you’ll quit interrupting each time we fool around.”
And just like that, Birdie signed the papers and took ownership. My heart wouldn’t let me walk away even if my mind wanted to. Picking myself off the floor and my phone off the bed, I return to the guest chair and prop the phone on a side table.
The soft glow of the lamp in Birdie’s office washes over her bare skin, giving just enough light to let me watch her pleasure herself. She’s no longer hesitant, having completely forgotten about the risk of security patrolling Knot’s building.
Two fingers swirl slowly around her clit, but my eyes return to her face and remain. I wish I knew what it is about Birdie that lights my world on fire. Or what it is about me that does the same for her. The shy woman is a rare flower that only blooms for me.
Her eyes open to fix on mine, and at Birdie’s soft smile, I’m a goner.
“Something’s missing,” she breathes while holding my gaze.
“What’s that?”
“You.”
“Oui, Petit Oiseau. I’ll be back soon, and it’ll be my hands and mouth doing filthy things to you.”
Birdie moans at the dirty promise, and her fingers find another gear. Panting, she says, “I like it when you speak French.”
“I don’t know much, and what little I do know only comes out around you.”
Her breath quickens, telling me she’s close to climax. It’s time to push her over the edge. “Be a good girl, and show me how you like to be fucked.”
Birdie’s fingers dip inside her core, glistening as they return to her clit. I let my dick out of my shorts and spit in my hand, fisting around the head. Slowly, I slide my hand down, squeezing as hard as Birdie’s tight body did.
My speed increases as Birdie’s does, but I have to slow down a few times to keep from blowing before her. Not easy. The image on the screen is almost too much. “Mmm. You’re doing so good, Petit Oiseau.”
Birdie’s body jerks suddenly as her orgasm hits. Her fingers still as she shudders and whimpers my name, both music to my ears. “Give me one more, Birdie. I need it.”
She winces as her fingers again touch her clit, still sensitive from her first release. She soon finds the right rhythm, and in less than half the time, Birdie’s singing again.
With this orgasm, Birdie’s whole body goes limp, and her feet drop from the desk. Now, she’s right.
“Watch me, Birdie.”
Languid eyes open, focusing on the hand fisting my cock. The tip glistens, and Birdie licks her lips, sated but still game. God help me. I keep up the slow pace for a bit longer to ensure she’s recovered enough to give me her full attention.
When Birdie sits up and adjusts her glasses, I go all in, speeding up to return the favor. “Oh fuuuck. See what you do to me?”
Birdie’s rapt attention and innocent curiosity, aided by the sexy show she put on, drive me to the brink. In sixty seconds flat, I lean back, body bowstring tight, and jet all over my stomach and chest. I drop my hand, not even bothering to tuck myself away.
Birdie’s face is a picture of astonishment and wonder. I’d give anything if I could touch her right now.
Yep. You’re fucked.
Birdie
