Kiss me
He licks my lips again, making me crave a taste of his.
Finally, I get up and throw myself at him; I've had enough of this little game. He lets me and meets me in my kiss. We kiss passionately and for a long time before he takes control, lifting me and placing me on the desk, positioning himself between my thighs. I feel his long shaft pressing against my stomach; I'm dripping wet, addicted to this sensation. He rubs against me, making me want to take him inside me completely. His lips find my neck, he devours it, his lips move down to my chest. He tugs at my blouse, tearing it. We've gone mad; all that matters to me now is this hunger that needs to be satisfied.