She clung to his shoulders with one arm and caressed his chest with her other hand. She slipped it on a path straight down his body until she found his cock waiting. He strained against her fingers. His hips jerked as she stroked him through his clothing.
She struggled to unbutton the fastening of his jeans and moaned out loud when his cock finally came free. He continued to toy with her mouth, sucking and biting gently until she thought of nothing else but the final penetration from him.
She needed his hot hard length inside her. She slowly lowered his zipper and found that he wore briefs. She stroked her finger around the tip of his penis, knowing from experience that the area was very sensitive.
He pulled his mouth from hers and moved his hands between their bodies. He freed his cock. She wrapped both hands around him. He was hot and silky smooth and as she stroked her hands over his erection she felt a drip of pre-cum on the tip.
She rubbed her finger over it, smoothing it into his cock. Rubbing one hand down his length, she reached even lower to cup his ball sack with her other hand. She liked the feel of his balls in her hands as she let her fingers roll them.
He groaned her name and it was like nothing she’d heard before.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her off the desk just high enough so he could pull her shorts and underwear down her legs. They got stuck at her knees but Laz didn’t seem to care. He just shoved his cock up tight against her pussy.
“Damn it, woman, I have got to get inside you,” he said.
“Yes,” she said, not objecting at all. She just wanted her pants all the way off so she could wrap her legs around him.
She shifted her legs but it was hard to get the shorts to move.
“What are you doing?”
“My shorts…take them off so I can put my legs around you,” she said.
He pushed them down and then stepped back between her legs. The feel of the tip of his naked cock at her entrance made her realize she knew little about this man. “Are you clean?”
“Hell, yes. You?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Protection?” he asked.
“Birth control.”
“Sweet Daphne, can I come inside your body?” he asked.
She looked up into his sea-colored eyes and nodded. But then she didn’t want to be passive about this. She needed to live her life full-on.
She lifted herself up and took his mouth with hers, plunging her tongue deep inside. The tip of his cock stayed right at her entrance and then she bit his lower lip before meeting his gaze.
“Yes, Laz…come inside me.”
He slipped the tip of his cock inside her slowly. Drawing out the moment when he’d drive himself home. She shifted, trying to make him take her faster, but he wouldn’t be hurried no matter how she gyrated her hips or grasped his buttocks.
Laz took his time with her and she then realized how much she needed that. She didn’t want a hurried coupling with this man. She wanted to experience everything she could. Lord knew this might be the only time she held him like this.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and lifted her hips toward his. She shifted until she was able to gain another inch of his shaft inside her.
“Do you want all of my cock?” he asked.
“Yessss,” she hissed.
He slid home in one long driving thrust and she felt him deep inside her. It was almost too much as she felt her body tighten and her orgasm washed over her. Laz kept thrusting, which made the orgasm keep on spasming.
She grabbed the back of his head and lifted her body again, needing to feel his mouth against hers, but he turned his head at the last second and she felt the brush of his stubble against her cheek.
There was no pretending she was with another man. She knew that it was Laz who was taking her, and she loved every second of it.
It was hot and earthy and everything that she’d never been before. She rubbed her hands through his hair, wishing it was longer so she could tunnel through it.
She loved the powerful feeling of his hips driving between her legs. He suckled her neck right at her pulse point. She knew he had to feel the staccato beating of her heart.
Daphne felt his heart racing under her own fingers when she touched his neck. His neck muscles strained as he swiveled his hips.
“Come for me again,” he said.
She did. Just like that. Just hearing the rough, sensual timbre of his voice drove her over the edge.
She dug her heels into the back of his thighs and lifted herself higher on his cock, grinding her clit against the lean hard muscles of his lower stomach.
Laz bent her legs back toward her body, exposing her even further as he thrust into her. His hips hammered faster and faster, and as he leaned over her, he took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking her deeply as he came. She felt the warm jetting of his cum inside her as she tightened around him one more time. Her third orgasm.
He fell heavily against her and she just lay sprawled beneath him. He licked her nipple as he lifted his head and then kissed both breasts before looking down at her. Bracing himself on his arms above her, he leaned down and kissed her mouth.
This kiss was as tender as the earlier ones had been passionate. “Daphne.”
“Laz…what is your first name?” she asked.
“J.P. Jean-Pierre after both of my granddaddies,” he said.
“Jean-Pierre. I like it,” she said, “It suits you.”
“You suit me. Thank you, Daphne.”
Tipping her head to the side she looked up at him in question.
“For reminding what the good life feels like,” he said.
That made no sense but he gave her no chance to ask any questions. “I’m going to need to clean up and get you cleaned up.”
He pulled out of her body and she realized just how vulnerable she really was as she lay there completely naked when all that he’d bared was his penis. It had shriveled, and as he turned toward the sink she realized she wasn’t ready for him to leave but there was no way she was going to ask him to stay with her.
She sat up and was about to hop off the table when he came back with a wet cloth in hand. “Lay back.”
She hesitated but there was something soft in his eyes, something she’d never seen in him before, so she did what he asked. He gently wiped between her legs, cleaning away all the residue from his semen.
“You are a beautiful woman,” he said.
