“I said don't do that,” Carter repeated, this time through gritted teeth. “Every time you do that it makes me want to...”
He paused and I untucked my lip. “Makes you want to... What?”
“This,” he said, lifting his hand to the back of my neck. He pulled me toward him and pressed his lips against mine.
My eyes widened and I would have gasped in surprise if my mouth wasn't clamped to his. A warm tingling sensation flowed through me. It started between my legs and radiated outward until every inch of me was on fire. I felt Carter's hands slide down my back. Without breaking the kiss, he took a step forward, causing my butt to press against his desk.
Oh my God, I thought, my heart beating quickly in my chest. Is this really happening?
Carter parted his lips slightly and I followed suit. Soon, our tongues were darting in and out of each others mouths. It was a delicate dance led by him. I could taste champagne and smell his cologne. I breathed it in through my nose, savoring the moment. Part of me thought I had to be dreaming. If so, I didn't want to wake up. Not ever.
After a bit, Carter broke the kiss. When I opened my eyes, I saw him staring back at me. The look of lust on his face was intense. It made my heart skip a beat. He was breathing harder now and his chest was rising and falling in an exaggerated cadence.
“Carter,” I said, so quietly that no sound came out.
He let out a low growl, his eyes dropping down to my chest. Then he reached up and slipped his fingers under the shoulder straps of my dress, pulling it off of my shoulders. The straps fell loosely down my arm. I didn't stop him. No, not even close. In fact, I nodded in agreement, as if to give him permission, even though he clearly didn't need it. I wanted this more than he could ever know.
Carter leaned forward and kissed the outside of my neck. I leaned my head back and looked upward, as another pleasurable tingle shot through me. He pressed his body into mine and I had to place both of my hands behind me to keep from falling back onto his desk.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Another growl came from Carter's throat as he dropped his face toward my cleavage. In one swift movement, he grabbed the front of my dress and jerked it down. My breasts popped out and my nipples grew firm immediately. For a moment, my insecurities about my body came flooding back. I wondered if my tits were even half as nice as the other women Carter had slept with.
My question was answered as Carter gave an animalistic grunt, bringing his mouth over one of my nipples. I shuddered and closed my eyes, feeling a wave of bliss as it washed over me. He lapped at my sensitive nub, circling it aggressively with his tongue. Then he moved his face over and gave the other breast equal attention.
My panties, which I'd taken so much time in picking out, were now soaked through. My pussy ached with anticipation and throbbed as I sat back on the desk and wrapped my legs around Carter. I pulled him toward me. The movement caused my dress to slide up all the way to my hips. He grunted as he bucked forward, pressing the firm bulge in his slacks up against my panty-covered pussy.
“God, yes,” I groaned, as the friction sent a wave of ecstasy throughout my body.
Carter slowly pulled his face away from my nipple, making a wet kissing sound. When I looked down, I noticed that my pink nub was shining with his saliva. We gazed into each others eyes for a moment. We were both breathing hard now.
I was still shocked by what was happening. It definitely seemed like Carter approved of the dress I had picked. There was no doubt of that now. But there was more to it than just the fact that I had shown off a little cleavage. It was something about that lip bite of mine that drove him crazy. I realized then, that I had more power than I had realized. Even though I thought I was an average girl, there was obviously parts of me that Carter needed.
So with that I mind, with our eyes still locked, I gently bit my bottom lip once more. Carter exhaled through his teeth while clenching his jaw. His hands slid up the outside of my thighs. I was glad I had taken the time to make sure that my legs were shaved perfectly.
“I told you not to do that,” he said, a lustful look of intensity in his eyes.
I shrugged and gave a coy little smile but didn't say a word. When I glanced down Carter's body, I noticed the large bulge on the front of his slacks had grown even larger. His cock was pressing out against the clothing, as though it were begging to be released. I couldn't wait to see it. I wanted to touch it and taste it. I wanted it inside of me.
Carter held the bottom of my dress in both hands. It was bunched up in his grip. He held it there for a moment, his eyes dilated and his breathing heavy. Then, he released his right hand from the dress and brought it to the front of my thong, the thong I had so carefully picked out. In one quick movement, he slipped his fingers behind the cloth and jerked his hand away. My underwear ripped off of my body, making a fast tearing sound.
“Carter!” I squealed, completely in shock.
He held my underwear in the air, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb. The front part of it was soaking wet from my juices. He tossed them to the side.
“Mmm,” Carter said, gazing up and down my body. “I can't wait to take this fucking body, Jane.”
For the first time in a long time, I felt gorgeous. Having a man like Carter look at me the way that he was would make any woman feel gorgeous.
He placed one hand onto my naked breast. I watched as his other hand slid up the inside of my thigh until it got to my most sensitive area. I trembled, feeling a pulse of bliss shudder through me. Carter eased a finger inside and my wet pussy coated its length.
“Oh my God,” I groaned, as he began fingering me.
Carter slid another finger inside. Both his middle and ring finger were now buried in me all the way to his knuckles. He began plunging them in and out. He moved fast, sending waves of ecstasy into my body. I was so wet that I could actually hear it.
“Carter,” I muttered, with my eyes half-closed. “Don't stop.”
“Mmm,” he moaned, fingering me harder than any man had ever touched me in my life. His knuckles pounded against the outside of my pussy. It felt incredible and within seconds, I was rising toward orgasm. This wasn't just a regular orgasm, though. Not the kind that I could give myself with my shower head at home. No, this was much more intense.