“You are enjoying this too much,” she says.
“Yes.”
I pull the underwear down just enough.
She looks back at me. Her cheeks are flushed. Her breathing is already uneven.
I undo my trousers. The sound alone makes her thighs press closer together.
“Don’t tease me,” she says.
“You started this.”
“I wore a dress.”
“You knew exactly what it would do.”
I roll on a condom, then move behind her. The head of my cock presses against her entrance. She exhales as I hold her hip with one hand and slide the other around the front of her throat, not squeezing yet, only resting there while I push inside her slowly.
Her body tightens around me.
I stop halfway. “Okay?”
“Yes.”
I push deeper. She moans.
By the time I’m fully inside her, I have to stay still for several seconds because she’s so tight around me that moving immediately would end this faster than I want.
My hand at her throat tightens slightly. Her head tips back. I feel the response through her entire body.
“You like that.”
She turns her face just enough that I can see the corner of her mouth. “Maybe.”
I pull almost completely out. Then drive back in.
Her answer becomes a gasp.
I start slowly, controlling the pace with one hand on her hip and the other around her throat, feeling her breasts move beneath the dress every time my body presses against hers.
She reaches back and grips my thigh. “Harder.”
I obey. My hips drive into her with more force, the desk shifting faintly beneath her hands while she arches her back and takes every thrust.
The sight of her like this destroys whatever restraint I had left. Black dress pushed up around her waist. Hair falling over one shoulder. My hand wrapped around her throat while my cock disappears inside her.
I lean over her. My mouth finds the back of her neck.
She moans my name.
I tighten my fingers slightly, careful enough that she can breathe easily, but firm enough that she feels the pressure. Her pussy tightens around me.
“Fuck.”
I slide my free hand between her thighs. My fingers find her clit.
Her whole body jerks. “Vadim.”