Page 41 of His Temptation
“Go on,” I say through gritted teeth.
I may be willing to hold back my words, but it’s hard to hide what she does to me. My body is on fire when I think of her reading abook like that. And now that she’s in my office with those flushed cheeks, I can barely contain myself.
“I was curious about something,” she says.
I’m not going to push her on this, so I remain silent.
When she recognizes I’m not going to rush her, she takes a deep breath and continues, “I want to know what it feels like.”
Well, that doesn’t exactly clear things up for me. That could mean a million things. Images are flashing through my mind like a movie reel, each one dirtier than the last.
“You want to know whatwhatfeels like?”
Her hand comes up and plays with a button on my shirt. Instead of following her hand, my eyes remain on her face. Her eyes meet mine, and I can see determination in them.
“I want to know what it feels like to touch a man.” Her eyes dip down to my pants, where I’m already semi-hard, and then they look back up at me. “I want to touch you.”
Suddenly, there’s not enough air in this office. My body heats up, like I just stepped outside in Vegas in July. The effect her simple little request has on my body should concern me, but I’m not interested in analyzing that right now.
“You want to touch me?” I look around the office, not sure how to respond. “Here? Now?”
A glimmer of excitement sparkles in her eyes as she nods her head. I don’t know what to say. It’s one thing—what we did in my office the other night while no one else was here and it was dark—but in the middle of a busy workday, where anybody can knock on the door? I would never have considered it as a possibility,but when I look back at her, I know there’s no way in hell I can turn her down.
Not just because my dick is begging for something as silly as a hand job, but because I don’t think I could handle the look of disappointment on her face if I said no.
That’s how I find myself leaning down and kissing her soft lips, nice and slow, as I walk us over to my desk. I know the windows are frosted, but there are people walking everywhere just outside.
How is this innocent virgin in front of me, about to get me to do the most daring sexual act of my life?
I sit down on my chair, my body feeling tight with nerves—something I’m not used to. I can hear the subtle sound of her breaths as they pick up speed. She drops to her knees and rests her hands on my thighs. The contact makes my entire body feel like lava.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers nervously. “What if you don’t like it?”
“Kylie,” I growl, “I’m about to come from your hands on my knees. There’s nothing you can do wrong. Just start with pulling my dick out.”
Her throat bobs, but she follows my command. I watch her delicate hands fumble with my belt. The sound of my zipper dragging down slowly by the work of her hands is enough to make my dick jump to life even more. Her eyes open wider as she notices how hard I am just beneath the surface. Instead of seeing fear in her eyes, I see exhilaration, like she’s thrilled to finally get her hands on me.
There’s something in this moment. Knowing she’s never touched another man before? I can feel my dick leaking with excitement. It’s slightly alarming what it does to me, like I have some kind of virgin kink.
She reaches through the fly of my boxers. The second her hand makes contact with my dick, I wince at how strong the sensation is that floods me. She stops instantly, looking up at me with concern.
I shake my head quickly, feeling like a teenage boy who’s never been touched before. “It feels so good. Keep going.”
It’s a good thing she’s never done this before; she might not know that it’s not impressive for a man to be so affected by a simple touch. Maybe if I come too quickly, she won’t laugh at me.
She pulls me out and looks at my dick with such curiosity. Her eyes bounce from the tip to my base and back up, taking it all in. And there’s a lot to take in. I’m bigger than most.
“You’re so thick,” she says. “I can’t wrap my hand around all of you.”
Fuck. This commentary isn’t going to help me last.
“I’m big, baby. It’s okay though. Just move your hand. It feels amazing.”
That gives her the confidence she needs to move her hand up to the tip of my dick. Instead of bringing it down, she uses it to touch and play with my tip. Using her other hand, she glides her fingers around my shaft. Pre-cum leaks out of me, which seems to surprise her.
“Wow,” she whispers to herself.
Then she runs a finger through it and starts to rub it around my tip.
