DarkWarrioress
~ An Amethyst Mist ~
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His sharp teeth managed to latch onto her earlobe even though the loop there was still embedded. Damn him. She felt that familiar tingle slide down her spine and pool at the base of it, making her squirm in his embrace. Her nipples, hardened by now, pressed against the thin fabric of her bra, making them visible through the taut fabric of her shirt. His palm and fingers weren’t alleviating the matter either. If anything, they were making her nipples harder and that made her squirm even more, mashing and rubbing her thighs against each other.
At his words, her eyes flickered toward the panoramic window each of them had. It mirrored the view, though slightly different, of the conference room. A small sound, what could be interpreted as a whimper left her as her eyes came back to his. If her jeans weren’t soaked yet….
Instinct had her pressing her ass back against his groin as if seeking some sort of relieve from the sweet torment he was stirring inside her. Though some part of her mind knew, just as she knew her man, relief was not going to come soon.
What was that? It did it again. The sound. Phone. On the desk. Somewhere.
Go away. Not now.
She licked her lips, wetting them. Her throat was suddenly parched. The thought of being naked, pressed against the glass or the thought of him fucking her…. maybe both….. made her wetter. Made her moan softly as she clutched at him. All she could manage was a nod.
His sharp teeth managed to latch onto her earlobe even though the loop there was still embedded. Damn him. She felt that familiar tingle slide down her spine and pool at the base of it, making her squirm in his embrace. Her nipples, hardened by now, pressed against the thin fabric of her bra, making them visible through the taut fabric of her shirt. His palm and fingers weren’t alleviating the matter either. If anything, they were making her nipples harder and that made her squirm even more, mashing and rubbing her thighs against each other.
At his words, her eyes flickered toward the panoramic window each of them had. It mirrored the view, though slightly different, of the conference room. A small sound, what could be interpreted as a whimper left her as her eyes came back to his. If her jeans weren’t soaked yet….
Instinct had her pressing her ass back against his groin as if seeking some sort of relieve from the sweet torment he was stirring inside her. Though some part of her mind knew, just as she knew her man, relief was not going to come soon.
What was that? It did it again. The sound. Phone. On the desk. Somewhere.
Go away. Not now.
She licked her lips, wetting them. Her throat was suddenly parched. The thought of being naked, pressed against the glass or the thought of him fucking her…. maybe both….. made her wetter. Made her moan softly as she clutched at him. All she could manage was a nod.