I carefully kick the door shut, but the "click" of the latch startles . He jumps slightly, and then pulls his lips away from mine to give me a tight hug.
"This is a good stopping point."
He sounds resigned, but I'm not giving up so easily.
I grab his hips and grind myself against his erection, reminding him how eager he was just a minute ago. He groans, then pulls back.
"That's enough of THAT, !"
can't help but smile when he says that, and even now his eyes twinkle with good humor.
I giggle at his tone, and then grumble as he sits down in his chair.
I stay standing behind him, thinking, then run my hands over his ears and neck, stopping to massage his shoulders. He allows this, trying not to react. As I knead his shoulders, I feel the warmth of his skin under my hands. I finish with this shoulders, and lightly slip my hands down his chest under his shirt, kneading and stroking his nipples and the slightly-hairy skin above them. I stop to run my fingertips lightly over his nipples and he sucks in a breath, trying to calm himself. I smile to myself and whisper in his ear..."If my hands do that to your nipples, imagine what they'd do somewhere...more sensitive..."
whines in frustration and buries his face in his hands, as I take advantage of the office-chair to spin him around to face me. Before his hands have left his face, I'm on my knees before him, unzipping his pants. He yelps, "!!!" and tries to catch my hands, but I'm too quick, and before he can stop me I've freed his incredibly hard cock from his pants.
My hands slip lightly over the moist skin as gasps and grasps the side of the chair to avoid encouraging me.
I smirk wickedly, and lean forward to take the head of his cock in my warm, wet mouth. I suck hard on the head for a second, and he groans out loud, his belly hardening as he resists the urge to thrust into my hot mouth. I nibble daintly on the soft skin of the head of his cock, and he whimpers again, one hand coming out to slowly stroke my hair. I moan softly at his gentle touch, and suck his cock deeper into my mouth, one of my hands following my mouth up and down as my lips tighten and I build up a rhythm, my other hand lightly stroking his belly. moans and laces his fingers through my hair, his eyes closed and his head thrown back in pleasure.
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