He let her set the pace. The roll of her hips had her rocking up and down the length of his cock. Her clit grinding against his pelvis as her breath exploded between her lips in little soft moans.
She was so wet. Hot. No doubt turned on by the fact that anyone could walk into his office and see them on his desk. He groaned as her muscles squeezed him, milking the length of his cock as she slid up then back down. She was so tight. Perfect.
The strands of her hair clung to her cheeks, her eyes heavy lidded with her lust. Her kiss swollen lips were parted, a mere breath from his. His fingers smoothed her damp hair from her face, twisting into the tendrils.
”Remember if you are louder than a whisper,” he teased warningly “I will stop. You won’t cum”
Her lips kicked up at the corner “No, you won’t cum. I will climb off you right now and end this ride” she shot back.
She had him right by his cock. He groaned as she squeezed him again making him throb inside her. “You’re so cute when you try to play your little dom games” she purred “but let’s face it. I’m always in control” she kissed him slowly easing the roll of her hips.
A surge of something akin to anger went through him. It was true she did have control issues. But her control ended in the bedroom. He was exacting. Deliberate with her pleasure. He derived a certain kind of satisfaction knowing that she trusted him enough with releasing her control over to him. Even a greater primitive triumph when she would cum calling his name.
He had been too lax with her.
His mouth still on hers, on hand in her hair the other gripped her hip, and changed the tempo of their lovemaking.
Her eyes went wide. Her startled gasp swallowed by his mouth, she flung her arms around him as her face buried in his throat.
The straps of her lace bralet fell off her shoulders, her full breasts bounced with every upward hard thrust of his hips.
He felt her pussy walls clenching around him, her juice dripping down his cock to his balls. Staining his Armani trousers. Fuck! She was driving him to the brink. His cock was throbbing, as he pounded deep inside her.
her nails dug into his skin. “Please” She croaked.
he smiled “you can cum any time you want,” her head lifted in confusion. He stroked her cheek. “If you remember you are not in control here. I am”
she made a small sound. “Fuck you”
he laughed. “You are fucking me”
she gasped, as his hips stopped moving. His cock still buried deep inside her. Throbbing hot and thick. “I will give you this. My cock or leave you with nothing. Just let me be here for you”
Her eyes were wide, her body trembling with unreleased pleasure and emotions. “Make me cum” her tone was imperilious.
he clicked his tongue. He started to hoist her off him.
”wait! What are you doing!” She gasped. “You can’t be serious!” The wide dome of his cock was teasing her opening.
He let her dangle above his cock, waiting patiently for her to say the words.
”please. Don’t.” She pleaded. “I’m sorry.”
he didn’t move.
“I feel vulnerable when you take control” she whispered, “but the truth is I’ve never felt more safe than I’m with you”
He kissed her, slowly lowering her down. The slow thrust drove him deep. Her pussy muscles rippled around him, as her orgasm slammed through her. Her cries muffled into his throat.
He groaned as his own orgasm seized him. His cum shooting deep inside her. He fell back onto his desk dragging her with him. “Hmm this was supposed to be a quickie” she teased.
”give me a break,” he grunted “I’m not a young man anymore”
”You are perfect!” She kissed him.
He chuckled “thank you.”