Grace tries to move her hips, but I hold her still. If she keeps moving on my cock, I’m going to lose it before I can even get inside her. She makes a frustrated sound into my mouth, and at any other time, I would have found it cute, but right now, it only spurs me on.
Moving one of my hands, I slide my thumb between the apex of her thighs until I find what I’m looking for.
Grace jolts when I find the sensitive bud, lightly grazing my thumb over it. Her knees squeeze my hips as I continue the light, teasing strokes until she’s writhing uncontrollably.
Spinning the chair so the back is against the desk, I plant my feet firmly on the ground.
“Sebastian,” she moans into my mouth.
Fuck, I’ll never tire of hearing my name fall from her lips. “Get me ready,” I say against her mouth.
Her eyes flick between mine, and one of her hands slides from my neck, starting a slow path down my bare chest, exploring as she goes, while I continue stroking her clit.
When she reaches the waistband of my sweats, she hesitates, and I stay silent, waiting to see what she does. She moves her fingers through the trail of hair beneath my belly button a few times before finding my eyes again, waiting for instruction. But I don’t give her any. This is her choice.
Her fingers caress my lower stomach a few more times before she dips her hand into my sweats, finding my cock already hard and waiting. Her touch is featherlight as she runs her fingers from the head to the base.
My head falls back against the chair, and I focus on keeping still.
God, why did I think this was a good idea?
After following the same torturous path again, she wraps her hand around the base of my cock, giving it a light squeeze. This time I can’t stop my hips from lifting. “Fuck, Grace.”
Pulling my dick out of my sweats, she strokes me. Once. Twice. Precum leaks from my tip, and at this rate, I’m not going to last much longer.
I add pressure to her clit, moving my thumb faster, causing Grace to gasp and her legs to shake.
Removing my other hand from her hip, I cover the one she has around my cock and slide our hands up and down my length. “Lift your hips.”
“I—” Grace’s legs quiver as she tries to lift herself, but it’s enough that I can guide my length to her opening.
Her hand squeezes my cock and my fingers flex over hers as my tip enters her.
“Please…”
I take her mouth, swallowing her sweet sounds of pleasure. Adding even more pressure to her clit, I return my hand to her hip, guiding her down as I surge into her with one deep thrust.
Grace shatters around me, crying out as her tight cunt strangles my cock.
Holy fuck.
I don’t wait for her orgasm to finish. Instead, I start thrusting into her with long, deepstrokes, drawing out her release.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
Her entire body trembles and her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
Grace tries to pull my hand away from her, her inner walls fluttering, but I keep strumming her clit.
“Come again,” I demand, and almost on cue, she screams as her walls contract around me again, triggering my orgasm.
I bury my face in her neck as I lose myself in her, and we move together as we ride out our releases.