“What kind of sound was *that?*” you tease as your hands sna..

“What kind of sound was *that?*” you tease as your hands snake themselves around me, pulling me closer into you. I was sitting at my desk, trying to keep whatever focus I had left on my work. And you, like always, were behind me, body pressed against me, hands playing with my body, trying to distract me. “That was cute...” I roll my eyes, trying to ignore your touches and prods, the blush creeping up my neck giving it away. I try to bring my attention back to my books but you’re being very persistent, today. You’re always so needy. It feels like you always had to have something of your touching something of mine. Your hands travel into my hair, gently pulling my head back, exposing my neck. As you press your lips against my skin, a happy sigh leaves my lips. It’s pleasant and feels nice...not too distracting so I’ll let it slide. I continue ignoring you and continue to type away, moving my eyes from the screen to my books every now and again. Not liking feeling ignored, you consider a different approach. You begin to squeeze yourself underneath my large desk and start sensually rubbing my legs, your hands sometimes getting cheeky and touching my inner thigh. I sigh again, playing along and allow my legs to open, allowing you access to what you desperately want. What you’ve been whining for. You pull down my comfy gym shorts and start playing with the single ribbon on my white panties. You recognize these as your favorite and I can almost feel the smile on your face as you work them down my legs. I resist closing my legs and shake my head, turning my attention back to my work. I start to feel a gentle, wet feeling down below, your mouth kissing me over and over, your tongue joining in, tasting my arousal and the sweetness that’s already begun to appear there. I bite my lip, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of my moans, so early. I concentrate on my notes, not being able to help the occasional twitch when your tongue hit my sweet spot. After some time, your mouth and tongue become more aggressive, your lips completely covering my pussy, your tongue exploring me wherever you can, entering me, teasing me, pleasuring me... I drop my pen onto the floor and don’t even bother picking it up, my face already red from shyness, the familiar feeling starts to warm my body. That pleasant, slow feeling of build up in your lower belly, your body gently nudging you over the edge. You can actually extend the buildup before cumming by tightening your body, so I do, lengthening the amount of time I get to experience your mouth. I hold onto your head, holding you in place as you pleasure me, the orgasm pulling out my moans, echoing them as I explode in your mouth, the only sounds I’m capable of making are loud, helpless moans and the sound of your name. As you slow down your kisses and licks, my body begins to slow down as well, the writhing subsiding, the twitches still present, the occasional throb between my legs making my whole body shake. I lean back in my chair, exhausted, my head filled with a rose colored mist as thoughts become hard to complete. I mumble out a small *thank you, baby...* before your lips find mine, allowing me taste myself and my pleasure. You mess my hair up as you leave, closing the door behind you, leaving me to my work. As if I’d be able to do anything now but sleep.