The desk

Later, as promised, I sat on the desk in the cream knit, one heel dangling, the other braced on a drawer. The models were a soft blur. Dan stood between my knees. He is my partner. He said the yes again so it would be fresh and not a leftover. Lead. Tease me if you want. Let me cum only when you say. I touched his belt with the dangling shoe, a light tap, not a strike. Off. Everything from the waist down. He started fast and slowed when I lifted a brow.

I hooked the heel behind his thigh and pulled him in. Mouth on my cunt first. He licked my clit on the desk, my hands in his hair, one shoe half on. I teased my own finish the way I tease his. Close, back off, close again, until I was swearing in a whisper, and then I let it happen. I ground my cunt against his tongue. The heel pressed lightly at his back. He held my hips and did not chase relief for himself. I told him that patience was the whole trick, and that he was doing it. Then I got down, turned him, and sat him in my chair like I was placing a tool I intended to use well.

I straddled him and took his cock in one slow drop into my cunt. His hands went to the armrests because I put them there. The dangling heel finally fell and clicked on the floor. Leave it. I fucked him and stopped, fucked him and stopped, a tease made of my whole weight. Each time he got close I went still and kissed him until the peak retreated. He was laughing and desperate in the same breath. Keiko, please. Not yet, I said. I rubbed my clit against the base of his cock and came again, shorter, shaking.

Then I decided. Faster hips. My hand on his chest. My eyes on his. Cum. Now. Fill my cunt. He came with a helpless sound and his hands still on the armrests, good all the way through. I stayed while we climbed down from it. I picked up the heel. He slid it back onto my foot because I like that brief worship inside the tease, and he kissed the ankle once. We cut the lights and left with his hand in my back pocket.