Page 115 of David's Love

My chest pushes against my shirt, my hard nipples visible through my bra.

He runs his hand down my boobs before reaching under my skirt.

His fingers slide up, his eyes locking mine.

He swiftly pulls my panties down and lets them dangle from my left ankle.

The back of his hand slides up my slit.

He’s cold.

I’m warm.

Our smiles vanish.

Smoothly running his fingers between my folds, he makes my clit pulse with heat.

Fingering me, he tilts his head down, and we kiss.

Little puddles of desire form between my thighs, wetness dripping down his fingers.

I could come right now, but he removes his fingers and tastes my juices, mastering the art of swirling his tongue, nibbling on my clit, and making my center throb without staining his shirt.

I rest my hand on the back of his head when his deft moves make me climb fast.

He drags me closer while I fall to my back, my legs in the air, his mouth alternating between my clit and my entrance.

“David,” I moan, sensing the storm gnawing at my body. “Let’s do it,” I say, so close to coming. “Fill me up, please.”

He straightens, and I tip my gaze to watch him open his fly, grab his hard-on, and press the chiseled head against my opening.

He slides in, watching my expression change from lustful to surprise and lustful again.

This is probably the last thing I thought I’d be doing now.

I was supposed to be on my way home. Get ready for tonight when he was supposed to come home.

Our home.

And here we are.

He thrusts. I arch my back. He rocks his hips. I grab the edge of his desk and meet his thrusts with resistance.

His eyes turn to unfocused steam as he grabs my hips and pumps me harder. My legs are draped over his arms when he drags me all the way to the finish line.

I make an effort to stay quiet, but even so, my moans accompany the sound of skin slapping skin.

When he moves fast into me, I only see light.

We come quickly, my orgasm intense and satisfying, while his is wild.

Our eyes come into focus when he slows down, and a soft laugh peels off his lips as I flash a guilty smile.

“Now, let’s take care of this mess,” I say as he smoothly leaves my body.

Minutes later, everything looks in order with no traces of what we’ve done.

The lights are on, the blinds are still down, and the door is locked. We’re both dressed.

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