Ash had been up late with a confusing mix of thoughts. On the one hand, there was the kiss. They'd never kissed like that before. There had been a few experimental kisses back in college, while they were still exploring their boundaries. But those never had the heat or the passion they'd shared yesterday. What did it mean? Was she catching feelings? Was he? How would happen when he flew home after this week? Was this still strictly casual, or was she overthinking it?
On the other hand, her body was still crackling with desire whenever she thought about him. The way he watched her. The way he touched himself for her. The way his thighs tensed up when he was getting close to an orgasm. The way his cock felt in her mouth. The way her pussy clenched when he started cumming.
Even after she fell asleep her dreams had been a confusing mess of maybe-feelings and unbridled lust. Tony was everywhere, touching her, holding her, kissing her, pulling down her underwear. His hands squeezing her breasts, caressing her sides, grabbing her ass, and spreading her thighs. His mouth moving down her body, sucking on her nipples, licking her hips, lower and lower. She opened her lips for his cock, but it remained frustratingly out of reach.
She'd woken up tangled in her shirt from tossing and turning, with a wet spot on her panties. She still wasn't sure if the kiss meant anything, but she knew what she wanted for today at least. Going down on him had been both unplanned and surprisingly hot. She wanted him to return the favor.
Before even getting out of bed, she texted him.
"Today it's my turn."
He responded immediately with a thumbs-up. She grinned and pulled her covers higher, scrunching lower for a few more minutes of cozy time before showering.
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"Hey, Ash." He knocked on her door frame, grinning as she jumped up from her desk, pulled him into her office, and shut the door firmly behind her.
She was ready for him. She'd chosen a flirty sundress that wasn't quite appropriate for the office but was passable with the cardigan that was currently draped over the back of her chair. Below the low neckline she wore the demi bra that she normally hated because her boobs had a tendency to fall out of the cups, but today that was an advantage. The skirt was flirty and twirly and would be easy to pull up so he could remove her thong.
She leaned against the door and bit her lip as he dropped his bag. It might have been her imagination but his erection seemed more noticeable than yesterday. She dragged a finger along her neckline, teasing him with a peek of lace as she sauntered towards him.
"So, it's your turn today," he winked.
"Well, I think it's only fair," she replied, standing very close. She ran her hand down the buttons of his shirt, past his belt buckle, and lower, to trace the outline of his shaft. "If you can handle that."
"Depends if you keep doing that," he said, eyes locked on her cleavage.
"Doing what?" She cupped her hand over his straining cock.
"Getting me all worked up."
"Hmmm," she responded. "I dunno about that. Seems like you were already worked up." He twitched under her palm.
"Ash..."
"Yes?" She leaned in, pressing her chest against him.
"You should stop," he breathed, closing his eyes.
"You should make me stop," she purred, squeezing his cock firmly.
