This is crazy, Gemma. You need to make it stop.
揑 think you talk too much,?I whisper.
He holds my eye as his fingers slip under the seam of my thong. 揓esus,?he groans, 搚ou抮e so wet.?It抯 embarrassing, but before I can pull away, he steps closer, his free hand landing on my hip to hold me in place. 揇on抰 even think about backing out now,?he says against my ear, and there抯 both command and desperation in his voice.
His fingers begin to move梥mall, delicate circles that have me bracing against his desk, sucking in tiny sips of air. His eyes are on my face, his free hand still spread wide and unrelenting over my hip. It抯 almost too intense梩he things he is doing to me, the way he watches. My gaze lowers to his clenched jaw, to his chest, rising and falling faster than normal.
I can抰 believe I抦 letting him do this. I can抰 believe I basically encouraged him to do this and, oh my God桰抦 already close. My eyelids lower, and he steps near enough for me to feel his breath on my face, to smell his soap and aftershave and the starch of his shirt.
Two fingers slide inside me, harder, more insistently than before. My muscles tense as he moves his index finger in exactly the right way, and I grip the desk.
揑抳e wanted to watch your face when you come for so fucking long,?he says, gripping my hair, pulling my head back so all I can see is him. His jaw is locked tight, as if he抯 barely restraining himself. 揋o ahead. I know you want to.?
I抳e never seen what Ben looks like when he wants something desperately, until now. It抯 that, as much as anything, forcing me to give in at last. I let go with a small cry, my eyes closing, the world going black and blissful as his fingers maintain their pace.
揋od, I love that,?he rasps.
I reach for his belt, then flick the button of his pants before tugging down the zipper. I slide my hand inside his boxers and he gives a single, sharp inhale.
He is hot, hard as steel, long and wide. Air hisses between his teeth as I run my palm over him, once, twice. I can already imagine the feel of it along my tongue, the greedy way he抣l watch.
His eyes fall shut for a moment before they open and he takes charge, pushing me back on his desk then wrenching my skirt up around my waist. He glances down at me, splayed out before him. 揑 knew it,?he says, sounding almost angry as he tugs at my wisp of a thong, letting it snap back against my skin. The sting it leaves behind is pleasure and pain at once. 揑 fucking knew it was something like this under that skirt.?
He reaches past me. I hear the telltale crinkle of foil, a reminder that this is common for him and that I抦 undoubtedly not the first female who抯 been fucked on this desk. It will bother me later, but right now, it抯 washed away by a heavy fog of anticipation.
He grabs one knee and holds it aloft as he lines himself up. 揧ou抮e sure, Gemma??he asks, his voice low, desperate.
揧ou抮e still talking too much,?I reply, and he thrusts. The fit is tight, exquisite and painful at once, and he抯 only halfway in.
揊uck,?he hisses. 揧ou okay??His voice is all gravel now.
揧es,?I groan, and then I grab his hips梐 silent plea for more梐nd he pushes in the rest of the way.
He holds still for a moment, eyes squeezed tight, waiting for me to adjust to his size. It抯 only when I arch my hips that he begins to move, sliding slowly in and out. I never come twice in a row, but匢 think I抦 going to. The way he抯 focused on me, the fullness of it, even the hint of pain梥omehow, they conspire to create something bigger and brighter and better than anything I抳e felt before. One handed, he unbuttons my blouse, still pushing inside me. His fingers slip into the cup of my bra, pinching my nipple. It hurts and threatens to topple me right off the edge at the same time. I cry out involuntarily, and he flinches, trying not to come. His brow is damp, his face strained.
揃eg,?he commands. His thrusts come fast and then stop.
I抦 seconds away.
揙h, god.?I arch against the desk. 揚lease.?
揚lease what??His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise.
揊uck me harder. I抦 so close.?
He does. He gives me everything, and then he leans over and finds my mouth, kissing me with the same degree of force, and I meet him梜issing, biting his skin in my desperation.
揑抦 going to棓 is all I get out before it抯 on me again, rolling over me while he thrusts jerkily once, twice, groaning, against my ear.
His weight falls atop mine, and we are as close as we could possibly be, both of us gasping for breath. I turn my nose toward his neck and breathe him in, the smell of his soap mingling with his sweat.
I wish we could stay like this forever.
It抯 a bizarre thing to think, clearly the product of oxytocin, a hormone known to cause stupidity, but I feel lost when he finally pulls away.