Vanilla On Top(41)

She nods and presses her hips toward mine, forcing my thickness half an inch inside. “Yes. I want to feel you. Just you, nothing between us.”

I lean over her spine, hugging her torso close while I ease my length in slowly. Heather wiggles to force my entrance faster, but I hold still, determined to slick myself with her excitement before I plunge with any strength. And besides, I’m still so worked up from her earlier attention, I want to make sure I last until she comes.

I slip my hand across her stomach, skimming under the waistband of her skirt, to find her slick clit. Working the hood, I tease her erect bud, easing my length into her deeper with each pass. “Your skin…,” I mumble as I nip her shoulder through her shirt. “I want to be next to your skin…”

She lifts off the table and pulls her blouse over her head. Before settling she unhooks her bra and tosses it across my desk. Heather places both hands on the smooth surface, and then shoves herself the last inch onto my cock. “Oh God, you feel so good inside me.”

I lean forward, covering her, laying my chest against her smooth skin. “That’s the understatement of the year.” I work her hard button in slow circles and use my other hand to knead and fondle her breast. Slowly I thrust my hips. The sucking clasp of her sex feels like a warm glove I don’t ever want to leave.

She groans low and I hesitate, realizing I’m putting a lot of my weight on her. “Am I too heavy for you?”

“What?” Her hips circle, working herself on my hand and her wetness on my shaft.

I pinch her nipple, tugging it from her body while smothering a smile on her shoulder. “Never mind.”

Soft, little keening sounds begin deep in her chest, working their way out with each exhalation. I lighten the pressure on her mound and use two fingers to slick above her engorged nub, not touching it directly. I splay my palm on her low abdomen and hold her while I thrust.

A low guttural plea rips from her lips, “More. Please, Tony. Grab my hips and do me harder.”

I tweak her nipple and roll it between my thumb and forefinger. “No,” I whisper, and then gently bite her shoulder. “It’s my turn to tell you what to do.”

She pauses for a moment, perhaps shocked I told her no, I’m not sure. She grunts and tightens her walls around my shaft. “Oh, is that what we’re doing?” I bite harder ‘til she squeals. “Hey!”

“Hold still. Let me do this.”

I give her no time to think or protest as I drive into her, over and over again, pushing her and myself toward our peaks.

Her hands fist on the desk. She lets out a frustrated moan as I tease her sensitive flesh, not giving it the pressure she wants. “You’re driving me mad, Tony.”

I lower my fingers to where our bodies are joined, bracketing my shaft as it glides in and out of her wetness. The plump folds of her slippery flesh grip my length and my probing brings increased wiggles from my lover’s hips. Soon my fingers are coated in her moisture and I move the slick digits back up to smooth over her clit.

“Let go, Heather,” I coax in between kissing and biting the thick muscles along her neck and shoulder. “Lose yourself in the moment.”

I slow my hips, drawing out each stoke from the head of my cock to when the base near my balls is snug up against her thighs. I suck the skin on her shoulder into my mouth, squeeze her left breast in one hand, and rub her clit with the lightest of touches with my right. In less than a minute, she’s panting and writhing on me, eager for me to drive her over that glorious edge.

“Come for me, Heather.” I increase the pressure of my fingers on the lower part of her mound, rubbing right and left, edging over her most sensitive place at the top where her outer folds meet. “I want you to come with me.”

Moisture floods around my cock as I plunge into her depths. Ripples wrap around my shaft as she throws her head back and moans her release to the room. My name spills from her lips in a series of pants and I succumb, letting my own orgasm overtake me.

Shudders and small muscle convulsions spasm through my taut frame as I hold myself deep inside Heather’s hot passage. Each pulse of release sends me higher than before, like a rocket going into orbit. Little by little, I come back to myself and feel the sweat cooling on my exposed skin.

Heather rests on her elbows, head hanging down in exhaustion. I brace an arm on the desk and plant soft kisses on the bright red suction marks I left on her shoulder. I hadn’t meant to mark her but got carried away in the heat of the moment. A small smile forms on my lips. At least it’s not immediately visible, like on her throat.

A knock sounds on my office door, too perfectly timed to be a coincidence.