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Instead, he’s trying to tempt me. And it’s working.
He opens the door, as if he knows I’m there. His eyes crinkle with appreciation as he looks me over.
Half of my hair is up in a little ponytail, the rest hanging at the base of my neck.
Without a word, he steps aside, giving me room to walk past him and into his office.
I try not to react when I hear the door shut and the lockclick. Instead, I turn to face him, his desk behind me as we regard each other for a moment.
He speaks first.
“Did you wear that skirt for me?” he asks and it makes my knees tremble, the way his dark stare never wavers from my own green gaze.
Do I tell him the truth?That I envisioned his eyes following me as I picked this skirt, not short enough to be considered inappropriate but hopefully short enough that it piques his curiosity. That the legs I once considered too long might be ones that he envisions wrapped around his body.
“I did,” I answer, tired of being uncertain. I want to be the woman he sees me as. The woman men my age are intimidated by. I’m not timid and I’m not afraid.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he starts, walking toward me, his eyes unblinking. “Thinking about the tiny taste I got of you. Thinking about your tears and your truth. About how profoundly you exist and how I’m dying to taste other parts of you.”
“What other parts?” I ask, my words breathy as he stands just in front of me. I’m still as he lifts his hand toward my face. And just before he makes contact, he drops it. For a moment, I think he’s lost his nerve. Until I feel his fingertips graze the soft flesh of my thigh. It’s soft, uncertain…only for a moment.
He grips the back of my thigh before sliding up, grazing the bottom of my ass before sliding toward the front of my panties. My eyes are partly closed, my lips trembling as he cups me, sliding his thumb back and forth over the top of my pussy.
“Look how you respond to me,Stellina,” he murmurs, and I can’t focus as his words and actions melt me. “I would worship your beautiful body for as long as you’d let me.”
I let out a gasp as he applies slight pressure, his hand now fully between the legs I’ve somehow parted for him.
“It would be my great privilege to provide you with pleasure,” he murmurs, following me as I dip against his touch.
What I can’t say with words, I offer with my body, moving against his hand. He catches the movement and through my hooded eyes, I catch the wicked grin he casts. He takes his index finger and rubs it along my seam as his thumb presses into my hidden clit.
An expert in pleasure, I can only sigh in reaction, rolling my head back.
“We’ve established that you wore the skirt for me,” he starts, pulling his hands back just a fraction, much to my dismay. “What about your panties?”
“What are you doing to me?” My question sounds like a plea, my knees weak. He makes quick work of backing me up against his desk, hooking his hands under my knees until I’m laying down.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to.” He towers over me, running his palms over my bare legs.Up and down, up and down.“What do you want me to do, beautiful girl?”
“Please me,” I whisper. Words escape me as I melt into the desk, watching him as he conquers me.
“I could use my fingers. My lips, my tongue.” He grins as he leans forward to kiss my neck before rolling his tongue over my pulse point there. I shiver and he presses his mouth to my ear to whisper, “My cock. Tell me what you want. You can have it all.”
I can feel his erection as he presses up against me and it makes me want to pause. To slow down. I can only imagine how many others were here, positioned just like I am.
I don’t want to be them.
Instead, I say, “I don’t want you to fuck me on this desk like I’m some cheap whore.” The echoes of his words, telling me that if he only wanted me, he’d have me exactly where I am now make me wish we were back at his place.
He stills for a moment, his breath rushing out against myear. And I wonder if I’ve ruined the mood. If telling him this has soured the moment.
But within this secret we share, I have to be honest.
He presses a kiss below my ear, and I close my eyes as I await his response.
“I’ll fuck you in my bed like you’re a queen.” He straightens and spreads my legs to accommodate his hips before palming my sex. “But for now, I’ll lick your pussy like you’re mine.”
I’m all soft gasps and fingers gripping the edge of his wooden desk as he pulls my skirt up and appraises my panties, smiling at the simple black silk.
