“Yes ... you definitely have still got it”, his sensual drawl sent a shiver down her spine, his dark eyes rising to capture her blue ones, Sara stood enthralled by his unblinking look. His quick tug at her hand saw her fall forward onto his lap, a small surprised squeak leaving her lovely mouth. Finding herself over his knee, his one arm wrapped around her waist the other supporting her shoulders as he leant her down Sara felt her stomach flip. Nervously running the tip of her tongue along the top of her luscious lips had been the final straw for Darius. With a small growl he pulled her higher and kissed her with heat and passion.
Sara kissed him back hungrily, greedily; her hands flying to his head as she held him to her. This had not been gentle, not the soft kisses of her bedtime lover, but feral, the lust they felt for each other erupting. His hands pulled at the buttons of her summer dress, sure and determined, Sara shifting slightly in his lap to give him easier access, before she felt the material slide down her side. His hand caressed her stomach while his mouth maintained its onslaught on hers, his tongue sliding along her lips. With a whimper Sara wriggled in his lap, the steady stroking of his fingers now moved up against her ribcage, driving her crazy.
She wanted him - needed him – and with an intensity which was shocking to her, a loud groan escaped her lips as his mouth kissed down her cheek, his teeth capturing her ear as her whole body shuddered. She moved her hands to pull at his shirt, yanking at the buttons until her hand could slide against his warm skin, rewarded with the small shiver that ran through him. “Bed!” his voice husky and full of the need she shared. By now her nipples tightened into small points with only the smallest caress of his thumb against them, her own voice raspy as her head shook.
“No time”, her fingers grasped at his belt, her hand brushed against the bulging need contained within the trousers. With another growl he rose taking her with him. She was aware as he pushed items on the desk to the side with one sure sweep of his arm, before she was deposited on the edge, her legs wide as he stood between them. With impatient hands he pushed the dress from her shoulders as Sara yanked at the belt until it dangled by his side.
He lost no time in ridding her of the lacy bra which stood between himself and her, the delicate item floating to the ground as his hands cupped her breasts, his mouth dropped to nip on one heightened nub, Sara’s cry turned to a soft purr as his tongue flicked comfortingly over it. Her trembling fingers struggled with the button, before she instead pulled down the zip allowing her hand to slide inside, the musky scent of him invading her senses, as her head spun with the intensity of her need for him.
With a muffled curse his hands pulled at the button until it was free, Sara pulling his trousers down, taking the underwear too. For a second both paused, Darius to gulp in air, Sara to let her eyes slide over his hardened arousal, her eyes full of fire as her fingers wrapped around the silky length of him. Darius exploded, his hands moving to hold the back of her head, angled up as his mouth plundered hers, the kiss demanding. She continued to stroke him, her finger sliding over the weeping tip of him before with another groan he grabbed her thighs, pulling her to the very edge of the desk, his fingers pulling the skimpy panties to the side. Instinctively, she guided him to the moist centre of her, his head dropped to lick the beating pulse on her neck, soft Italian words whispered against her skin sending quivers throughout her body. She felt his hands move to cup her buttocks before with one smooth determined thrust he sheathed himself fully within her.#p#分页标题#e#
Sara cried out, gasping and panting as he withdrew so slowly until he was barely within her before surging forward once more, her head thrown backwards with the intense pleasure. She whispered his name, her voice breathless, begging him not to stop. As he withdrew from her, her eyes flew open with disappointment, a shuddering groan leaving her throat as he pulled her to her feet and flipped her around, his arousal hard against her bottom.
Unsure, but with every part of her desperate to feel him once more within her, she allowed him to push her onto the desk, his mouth dropped to kiss down her spine. Sara’s fingers curled, grasped at the hard wood, her teeth biting down on her lip to stop herself from begging him to take her, appalled that she had no pride when it came to this man. Darius too seemed to be struggling, his lips and tongue shaky as they slid down the curve of her back, his hands grasping her panties as he bent and pulled them down her legs, Italian words now falling from his lips, his need as strong as hers.
She felt him rise, his hands gathering her hair as he wrapped it around one hand, the other moving to her hip as he surged forward, once more filling her. Sara cried his name, his thrusts deep and hard, Sara feeling herself hurtling towards her release. His fingers dug deep into her thigh as she shuddered and her muscles clamped down on him the last sound she was aware of before she felt the wave upon wave of pleasure flood through her, his loud hiss and groan, the sound of it only intensifying her own climax. His hand released her hair, both hands now gripping her as he drove harder into her spasming body before with one last thrust he sank himself fully within her softness, his release as wonderful as hers.