His savage kisses blazed a fiery path up the side of my neck to my ear. He whispered then, "God, I want to fuck you so bad right now!" Every synapse in my brain fired at once when the full weight of his words sank in, and I felt my knees buckle at the mere thought.
Wordlessly, I pulled away from him, and reached for my bag, only a couple of feet away. I dug into the inside pocket until my fingertips closed over what I was looking for. I rose back up and handed him the condom, allowing him to take care of that particular task. The minute he took it from me, I was already unbuckling my belt, then snatching the buttons loose. I pushed my pants and panties down to my knees as I hobbled over to rejoin him.
He pulled me back into his arms for another fiery embrace, kissing me roughly and thoroughly. Then, without a word, he spun me around and propelled me forward to the edge of the desk. He pressed himself full-length against my backside, bending to slip himself between my thighs.
"Mmmmm, you're already ready?" he whispered in my ear, surprised when he reached down to find me completely soaked. I nodded slightly and nestled back into him as I gripped the edge of the desk to brace myself for his onslaught. His arm snaked down between us then, and he guided himself to the wetness at my entrance. Mindful of the fact that it'd been so long since I'd had a steady lover, he tried to start off slow, easing himself into me a little at a time. But I didn't care. I knew I'd probably regret it later, but I couldn't wait any longer.
"Oh God, please fuck me!" I cried out in a quiet moan, as I pushed myself back against him. Needing no further encouragement, he grabbed my hips and drove himself deeply, completely inside of me, not stopping until his hips were mashed firmly against the cheeks of my ass. "Oohhhh, yes! That's it! Fuck me!" I did my damnedest to keep quiet, but I almost couldn't help myself. I couldn't even begin to fathom the repercussions if we got caught, but it was so hard to care when he was filling me so nicely as he pistoned in and out. I continued to moan and whisper encouragement, trying to let him know I was about to come, to coax him into coming with me. Sensing my impending orgasm, he reached down and found the sensitive button of my clit and rubbed it firmly with his fingertips while his hips continued to rock back and forth and bury every rock-hard inch again and again. Within seconds, the added pressure of his fingertips stroking my clit sent my right over the edge. I came violently, almost losing my grip on the edge of the desk as the spasms took over. I felt my internal muscles clench and release him again and again, until he let out a soft moan of his own and propelled himself deep inside of me one final time for his own release. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, a firm grip on my hips, until our combined spasms subsided and our ragged breathing slowed. Then he leaned forward and pressed soft kisses into the side of my neck as he slowly withdrew, leaving me empty, but strangely, still full.
To be continued...
