He was waiting for her in the car park, as if he couldn’t see her soon enough. She was still a little shy - ridiculous, considering. He had touched her more intimately than anyone, ever, seen her screaming out her orgasm, but she still couldn’t quite meet his eyes at first.
In the lift, the tension was palpable. She was almost quivering, desperate for his touch. When he brushed her shoulder, she smiled tightly, unable to respond any more without falling apart.
Luckily, the door to the room was only a few steps away from the lift. Once in there, he held her tightly from behind for a few seconds, before motioning for her to unzip her coat. As she shrugged it off, he smiled approvingly.
“Beautiful.”
She wore a leopard-print wrap dress, both low-cut and short, showing off her curvy, petite frame to full advantage, with filmy black tights, and beige, suede ankle boots. She smiled shyly.
“Thank you.”
Moving behind her again, he put his hand between her shoulders, gently pushing her forward to brace herself on the desk. His hand moved beneath her skirt, between her legs, briefly cupping her heat, before moving to pull her panties and tights down to mid-thigh. She moved to pull them down further, but he stopped her.
“Leave them.”
Obediently, she placed her hands back onto the desk, as his fingers moved between her thighs once more, from behind.
At the first feel of one finger delicately roving between her slick, puffy lips, she whimpered softly. When he stroked over her swollen clit, she gasped. Gently, he teased, circling, pinching lightly, rubbing more firmly until she began to move with him, against him.
Knowing what she needed, he slid away from her clit, plunging two fingers firmly into her tight passage. She was soaked, there was no resistance, and her gutteral moan told him this was what she’d been waiting for. She bore down onto his hand, feeling those expert fingers search out her most sensitive spot, and groaned in relief and ecstasy as she felt herself clench and release around them, flooding over his wrist.
He knew she needed more, and didn’t stop, building the speed and pressure of his movements, curling his fingers more forcefully inside her for a few seconds until she cried out again, the splash of her juices hitting the carpet distinct in the otherwise quiet room.
Gently, he slipped out of her as she gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her knees giving way slightly. She turned, offering her lips up to him, and he took her in a passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping over hers.
“I so needed that,” she murmured against his mouth. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he replied, grinning. “Now, I think you should take everything off and get into bed, because I’m not anywhere near finished with you yet.”
Shivering in anticipation, she unzipped her boots, finished pulling down her tights and white, lace panties, untied the wrap dress, and slipped off the matching white, lacy bra. She knew he liked her in white - virginal, innocent, a contrast to the writhing, moaning desperation he was so expert in bringing out of her.
She slipped under the covers and waited until he joined her, his warm body the perfect foil to the cool, white, cotton bedding. Kissing her, his hand slipped again between her legs, caressing her clit, exploring her wet folds. She moaned, and spread wide for him, loving every moment of submission, letting him take control.
He pressed more firmly over her sensitive nub, sending the beginnings of orgasmic tingles shooting through her, her breathing becoming faster and her fingers gripping his arm.
“Please… please may I cum?” she gasped.
“Such a good girl,” he praised her. “Yes.”
Instantly, she lifted her hips, grinding herself into his fingers. He moved his hand lower, thrusting back inside her to milk every drop from her orgasm as she writhed in ecstasy, soaking his fingers and the sheets with her juices. He stayed inside her, stroking gently, bringing her down, as her breathing gradually returned to normal.
She looked into his eyes and smiled shyly again, still a little nonplussed by her extreme reaction to him, the way he made her respond.
He kissed her again briefly, and continued to move his fingers gently inside her, watching as her eyes widened in the realisation that he wasn’t going to let her rest yet.
Moaning softly, she relaxed into his rhythm. He was alternating between slow, smooth thrusts, and a firmer, probing massage of her g spot, bringing her almost to a peak of pleasure, and then soothing her back down instantly, over and over again until she didn’t know what she was feeling, but didn’t want it to ever stop. Eyes closed, she lost herself in the sensations, her entire being focused on the slow, inexorable rise of pleasure, as those clever, knowing fingers continued to tease and control her, gently circling deep inside.
The sweeping movements were so relaxing, she melted into them, almost hypnotised, but then each time he just pressed firmly into her most sensitive spot, making tiny circles, creating an intense pressure like she needed to pee. Somehow he knew how to make that stimulation almost unbearable before going back to the smooth, repetitively calming strokes. Over and over, until she lost track of time and the change in pace, and couldn’t think about what he was doing, couldn’t do any more than just submit and feel, the sensations overwhelming her.
Suddenly, without even being aware it was going to happen, she exploded in climax again, ecstasy overtaking her, and all the exquisite contractions of orgasm spiralling out from deep inside her, to every fingertip, hot juices gushing uncontrollably from her pussy.