Henry traced the word slowly between her shoulder blades, his breath not fast, but hard, as if breathing was a chore. H-E-L–L
“Hell.” He whispered the word as if in a trance, flattening his hand on her back, feeling her bra strap under his palm through the fabric.
“Yes.” She turned her face back to him, eyes bright, but she couldn’t move. He’d shifted his weight forward, his aching cock wedged between the crack of her ass through her skirt. They both felt it and Henry knew this was it. The tension that had been building since the first time he’d glanced behind him to see her walking up his row of desks-skirt hugging her swaying hips, heels clicking on the tile-was about to break.
“Oh hell…” she whispered, closing her eyes and shifting her weight too, so she was pressed fully back against him. It unbalanced them both and Henry’s arms went naturally around her, catching her around the waist. She put her arms over his, tilting her head back to search his face.
“Henry, if we do this…” Her eyelids fluttered closed. “I don’t know how we’ll ever live with it.”
“And if we don’t?” His voice was hoarse in her ear, his hands moving slowly up and down her sides. “Because I don’t know how I’m going to live with not doing this…” He grabbed the full, round globe of her ass in one hand. “And this…” She moaned when he cupped her breast roughly in his other. “And this…” The hand squeezing her ass moved around front, wedging between her legs, and she whimpered as he used that leverage to jam his cock with delicious precision again the crack of her behind.
“Oh no.” She arched and turned her face to his, eyes still closed, a denial. He felt it, too, but the urge to do what he was doing overpowered any sense of propriety that might have fleetingly crossed his mind. “Henry, I want you. Oh god help me, I do.”
He grunted as he lifted her by her crotch with one hand, taking all of her weight as she leaned back against him, her bare feet coming out of both of her heels as he kissed her, tongue probing. She snaked one arm back around his neck, pulling him in closer, squirming in his arms, her pussy hot even through her skirt.
Henry couldn’t hold her. He collapsed backward into the chair across from her desk, taking her with him, the jolt of her ass grinding against his crotch making him groan into her mouth as they kissed. She sucked eagerly at his tongue, turning in his arms so they were belly to belly, and Henry was frustrated with the amount of clothing they were still wearing. He wanted to feel her skin against his.
Toni cried out as Henry grabbed hold of her ass, rocking up, seeking the heat between her legs. His cock was trapped in his jeans and he moaned as she wiggled in his lap, feeling desperate for her. He ran his hands up her back, pulling her blouse free of her skirt, her bare skin a silky heaven. He undid her bra as Toni broke their kiss, panting and arching.
“Suck them,” she urged, not even unbuttoning her blouse, just pulling it and her bra down so her heavy breasts spilled over the V. Henry didn’t have to be asked twice, pressing them together with both hands, his tongue lashing at her nipples. He’d expected them to be dark, but they were a delightfully light pink and pursed, her areolas huge but so light they were barely there. He sucked first on one, then the other, lost in her soft cries of pleasure.
“Oh god,” Henry groaned when Toni wiggled her hand between them, rubbing the thick length of his dick through his jeans. He didn’t think he’d ever been harder in his life. “Easy. Easy.”
Her eyes brightened as she slid out of his arms, kneeling between his jean-clad thighs. She was quite a sight, her soft gray and white plaid skirt pulled up to her waist, revealing black panties underneath, her blouse gaping, buttons either popped or undone, her breasts swaying heavily.
“Oh Henry.” She pressed her cheek against his zipper. He was throbbing. “You’re so hard.”
“You have no idea.” He reached out to touch her hair, just as silky and soft as he’d imagined, as she worked his pants open and started pulling them down. He lifted his hips to help, gasping when she pulled his boxers down too, his cock springing free and bouncing against her cheek.
“Ohhhhh,” she breathed, her eyes lighting up as she took him in her hand. “Oh my god, it’s gorgeous.”
Henry blushed-he actually blushed-although part of the heat filling his cheeks and chest was also a strange sort of pride. He was really going to like pleasing her, in every way, and she clearly liked his cock. Her tongue snuck out to lick the tip-it was already wet with precum but that didn’t deter her at all. In fact, the taste of it seemed to compel her, forcing her to take the length of him into the hot cavern of her mouth.
His eyes began to close in pleasure, but he kept them at least half-open, wanting to see her stroking and sucking him. He couldn’t help reaching down for her breast and she arched, giving the weight of it over to him. Her nipples were perfection and the one against his thumb was so hard he could flick it back and forth, making her suck him even deeper.
“Easy,” he begged, pleading, but she wasn’t having any of it. Her mouth was latched on him now, sucking hard, hand working up and down his length. At this rate, he was going to fill her mouth with his cum and there wouldn’t be a damned thing he could do about it. “Oh please. Toni, please!”
She made a low growl in her throat, her tongue liquid velvet, and there was no holding back anymore. Her greedy mouth enveloped him, her breasts heaving, her hand pumping so fast he could only see the red blur of her nails.
He grunted and thrust up, squeezing the heavy flesh of her breast, twisting her nipple. She moaned but didn’t take her attention from between his legs, his balls drawing up even tighter as he felt the first hot spurt of his cum leaving his sac. Toni swallowed that blast, her throat working silently, her eyes never leaving his. Then she swallowed the next, and the next, letting it flood her mouth and bathing his cock in his own hot cum before downing it.
“Oh damn,” he groaned, his hand moving in her hair, still panting. “I wanted-”
“You will,” she assured him, moving to stand between his legs. She stepped toward the door, turning the lock, and then began to unbutton her blouse the rest of the way. It hadn’t even occurred to him that anyone could walk in on them.
Henry watched as she stripped, blouse and bra on the floor, skirt unzipped and left there too. She was wearing only panties and Henry found himself staring at the apex of her thighs. Approaching him slowly, her hands moved over the soft flesh of her belly, a smooth, pale expanse of skin, her navel shockingly pierced. It was that detail that made Henry almost instantly hard again as she stood in front of him, toying with the edges of her panties.
“Take them off,” he begged, pulling his shirt over his head and smiling at the light in her eyes when she saw him fully naked. “Let me see you.”
Toni hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, revealing a triangle of dark hair between her legs. Henry gave a moan, leaning forward to grab her hips. She let him, her hand moving in his hair as he began to explore her slit with his fingers, parting her swollen lips. She was so wet!
“Ohhh!” Toni rolled her hips as he slid two fingers inside of her, his thumb riding against the hard edge of her clit. “Yes! Right there!”
“There?” he murmured, his cheek pressed against her belly, his lips even with the top edge of her pubic hair. She whimpered, her hand tightening into a fist as he fingered her slowly. Then he slipped his fingers out and sucked them. He had to taste her.
“Henry!” But it wasn’t really a protest as he shoved her back against the desk, lifting her onto it and kneeling between her legs to return the favor. He was already hard again, his cock aching, but he wanted to taste her, needed to feel her come in his mouth.
Toni leaned back on her elbows, spreading her legs for his eager, probing tongue. Her juices were thick and elastic. Henry swallowed the taste of her and went back in for more, parting her thick swollen pussy lips with his thumbs and fucking her with his tongue.