“Oh, fuck, baby,” I groaned. “I knew it. I knew how good you were going to taste today.”
My hands latched to her hips and I pulled her to the edge of the desk.
She let out a yell and slapped her right hand across her mouth.
Her hips jutted up off the desk, allowing my hands to then slide under and hold her ass.
I first gently kissed between her legs.
My lips against her lips.
My tongue darted forward, twisting and curling, moving in all directions at once.
Her body jumped. Her left hand gripped the edge of the desk.
“This isn’t fair,” she purred.
I nuzzled my nose against her clit. “Feels fair to me.”
“I feel too close already. Why are you so good at this?”
“Because I’ve been waiting for you for years, baby. And now you’re mine. And we have a lot of time to catch up on.”
I tasted her pussy again, suckling hard against her clit.
Making wide circles with my tongue, I then slowly shortened their length until it was just the tip of my tongue stroking her clit, left to right.
And that… well that washer spot.
It was alsomy move.
My hands moved up to her shirt and I took care of the last few buttons as she took care of herself. Reaching climax. Both hands grabbing the edge of the desk. Her hips rocking up and down and then suddenly making circles.
I chased her pleasure with my tongue, never letting up for a moment.
At least not until she fell down to her desk and swung her right knee at me, almost hitting me in the face.
Turning just a little, closing her legs, she reached with her right hand and punched a lamp off the desk.
I stood up and moved toward her, hovering over her, lowering my mouth down to her exposed right shoulder.
One kiss and she turned her head.
The fire in her eyes…
Oh shit.
Anna bent her right leg and pressed her foot at my stomach.
I stumbled back and she moved from the desk with purpose.
She reached behind her and up, unsnapping her bra.
She somehow moved magically, taking her bra off but not her shirt.
Never missing a step either.
Closing in on me.