It started with me teasing him, wearing a pleated skirt and thigh-high stockings with nothing underneath. I knew exactly what I was doing when I walked into his office, letting the hem of my skirt ride up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of bare skin above the stockings. His eyes gave him away immediately, and I could feel the tension building.
I leaned over his desk, pretending to go over some paperwork, and he couldn’t resist anymore. He came up behind me, his hands grabbing my hips, sliding up my thighs. “You’re driving me crazy,” he growled, his voice low and full of need. I didn’t stop him when his hands slid higher, pushing up my skirt, exposing me completely. His fingers brushed over my bare folds, and he let out a groan. “No panties?” he asked, and I just smirked, pushing back against him.
He spun me around, lifting me onto the desk. My legs spread easily, and he stepped between them, his hands gripping my thighs, running over the lace tops of my stockings. “You’re soaked,” he said, his fingers sliding through my wetness, teasing me until I was squirming against his hand.
I pulled him closer, unzipping his pants as he leaned down to kiss me, rough and hungry. His fingers worked me faster, and I gasped into his mouth, my body already trembling. “I need you,” I whispered, and that was all it took.
