Page 35 of A Taste For Trouble
“What’s wrong?” she asked, and I grinned down at her.
“I’d like this to last longer than the next few seconds,” I explained, and she flushed brightly. “My turn, Rosie Posie.”
“Don’t call me that,” she complained. “It makes me feel fat.”
“Fat?” I barked incredulously. “You’re a lush goddess, Rose. In fact, you should come with a warning: Dangerous curves ahead. Mere mortals might lose their sanity on those curves.”
She blushed deeply and fixed her gaze on some point on my torso.
“Do you really mean to say you believe you’re overweight?” I went on.
“I mean…kinda,” she muttered.
“Well, you’re not! You’re perfectly proportioned. Made to be worshipped. And I will make you believe that before the night is out,” I swore, reaching down to pull her pants and briefs off.
She squirmed when I set her back down and scowled at the desk.
“It’s cold,” she grumbled.
I took it as my first task to warm her up properly, and it was safe to say that by the time I dragged my lips off hers, her spectacles were definitely foggy.
“Still cold?” I asked, as I traced lazy circles on her inner thighs, making her legs shake with need.
She merely shook her head.
“I need you…right now,” she insisted, wrapping her hand around my cock, pulling me closer.
“Condom,” I barked, and she froze.
I reached into one of the drawers on my desk and pulled out an unopened packet Trevor had left in there as a prank. I was indebted to his irreverent sense of humour; otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to fulfil one of my biggest dreams - of making love to Rose on my desk.
My hands shook as I unwrapped the condom and slid it on hastily. Rose parted her legs even more, leaning back on the desk and resting on her elbows. This opened her up to me even more, and I groaned at how amazing she looked, spread out under me like that.
I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and tilted her up just a little, and pushed her knees out some more. I held her eyes as I slid inside her, inch by inch. Rose began to pant slightly and raised her hips to allow me to get deeper inside her. When I was in to the hilt, I paused and allowed her to get used to the feel of me. She was breathing hard and began to slowly squeeze her inner muscles around me.
“Not yet,” I said gruffly. “I want our first time to last a long time.”
“But I want to move,” she argued, with a pout, and began to shimmy her hips a little.
I began to thrust my hips slowly, in long, deep thrusts to give her exactly what she wanted, and she began to match my rhythm. I reached behind her and raised her upper body a little, and she gave a little cry as it caused my thrusts to hit exactly the right spot. Her breath began to come in little pants, and it wasn’t long before she gave a keening cry and came apart in my arms, her inner muscles spasming around me. The feel of her squeezing my cock in a vice-like grip was more than I could take, and I followed her over the edge.
When my breathing slowed, I slid out of her and helped her off my desk before I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. When I returned with a wet cloth for her, Rose was sitting in my chair, naked, surveying the room like she was an empress. The very sight of her sent blood rushing to my cock.
I knelt in front of her and parted her legs slowly before I helped her clean up. And when she was done, I set the wet cloth aside and went up on my knees as I put her legs up wide on the arms of the chair. She gasped a little as she realised what I was up to.
“So soon?” she asked.
I merely grinned.
“This one is all for you, babe,” I replied, as I bent my head and proceeded to eat her out.
The room echoed with her cries as I licked my way up and down her slit, pausing to pay special attention to her clit. When she was sopping wet, I inserted two fingers into her slowly and curled them upward before I began to pump them in and out, as I focused all my attention on her clit now, licking and nibbling at it firmly, until her hips began to writhe on the chair. She grabbed the back of my head and held it in place as her legs began to shake, and she came with a loud cry.
When she stopped shaking, I pulled my fingers out and smiled up at her, my face sticky from her juices. Poor Rose looked dazed, as if she didn’t even know where she was. She sat up slowly and tried to stand, but stumbled as her legs were still wobbly.
“Let’s get you to bed,” I said, putting my hand under her knee and picking her up.
“My clothes,” she protested, but they were scattered all around the room, and I wanted to get her in bed first.
