And now she was on the edge of the desk, her ass barely on, her panties off, her skirt up over her stomach.
He was sitting in a chair watching. Watching her fingers delicately dance on her clit. His hand on his cock, though his pants were still on.
She spread her legs and he could see the pink of her pussy, the thin strip of red hair just above.
His pants were down, his cock was out. He used his precum to lube himself.
He stood and kissed her and his hot cock pressed into her thigh.
Now, he was standing straight, his cock moving up.
He held it against her, looked into her eyes.
He rubbed the raging member against her clit. Used it to part her folds. The thickness and heat of him felt good against her aching clit. He rubbed back and forth, up and down. Never penetrating, just teasing.
He held his cock at the base, pushed it into her wetness, watched her watching him.
He made circles around the outline of her pussy, back to her clit, to her thigh. He was driving her wild. She wanted him inside her. A gift he would not give. Not today.
He pressed against her clit, held himself between delicate lips, stroked and then held himself near the head... he looked directly into her blue eyes as he shot hot cum onto her clit and thigh. He rubbed it into her stomach.
On his knees now, licking his cum, tasting the mixture of their fluids. Fingers inside a sopping wet pussy, tongue against her clit. She arched back, back... legs embracing him as she climaxed.
As she left, she asked, "When will you fuck me?"
"When I'm ready..."
