Her mouth encases my engorged member, now purple from building pressure. Quickly her mouth seizes all of me, and just a fast, she’s sitting back up, leaving a glistening trail behind. As her hand takes over, all her questions fall from my thoughts; I can only see and feel Morgana’s warm touch on me.
"Focus, Mr. Payne. You are too smart to be distracted by a little teasing." She frowns. I think at any moment she will stop, but Morgana's hand picks up the pace causing my hips to follow suit.
"My eyes are right here, Mr. Payne. Now, about that cake..." She reaches up to the desk with her free hand, grabbing a cupcake and bringing it to her lips. I watch in erotic glory as she licks at the creamy frosting.
"Here you try it Mr. Payne, perhaps it will help you decide what type of frosting we will have." She pushes the cake in my face smearing the icing all over my mouth, while her hand continues to beat me off.
The assault to my senses causes me to only be in the moment. The last thing I can comprehend is a wedding cake, until I feel her lips crash into mine.
It was always her kiss. The thing that I kept from her all those months when we first met because deep down I knew if I tasted her, felt her soft lips, breathed her in, I would be lost forever. But I wasn't. I was lost before our kiss. Her kiss forced me to wake up and figure out who I really am.
Now that her lips are on mine, the taste of sugar, cream cheese, and Morgana stir me yet again. My tongue slips in her mouth and I devour her. I bite her lip and our tongues dance together. I hear her moan as I nip at her.
I grab her hand and gently remove it from my cock, while pinning her hands behind her back. She now has to lay on me as I hold her hostage in my grasp. I sit up, bringing her with me, and break our kiss. I let go of her wrists and trail a hand down her neck to her breasts, slipping in to pinch her nipple. She arches into my palm.
"Ms. Drake, you have been a very bad woman, torturing me like that. You know I will have no option but to punish you for your actions. However, you know me; I’m not an unreasonable man. I will still answer your question...slowly...as I fuck you."
I flick her nipple with my thumb causing her to gasp. "Now get up, put your hands on the desk, and bend over, Ms. Drake."
Morgana's eyes widen as a small smile breaks out on her face. She pushes off me and gets into position. She instinctively goes to remove her glasses, but I stop her.
"Leave them on," I state firmly as I shimmy off my pants and black boxer briefs. Once I am standing, I have everything off from the waist down.
Walking to the side of her, my hand trails down to the hem of her skirt, lifting it to show her lace covered cheeks. I watch her as she turns her head to look at me. Her eyes softening as I skim my fingers over her flesh, trailing the edge of the lace.
I push down her panties but just to her thighs and spread open her cheeks to see her shimmering rose colored * waiting for me. I dip my finger between her folds, sliding it in and out a few times as she releases a heavy sigh.
"Three tier," I state just as I get on my knees and brush my tongue along her soft wet curves. I make sure to bypass her clit, knowing it will be too sensitive right now, and focus on pushing my tongue inside her. She tastes tangy but with a certain sweetness that is only Morgana. When I fantasized about her over the past few months, this is what I pictured, me tasting every inch of her body as she wore her sexy as fuck glasses.
"Henrik. Ah. Ah. Ahhh."
Morgana is pushing into my face and I have to stroke myself as I taste her. I need her to slow it down or I'm going to come in my hand. After a few strokes, I take my hand away from myself and slap her beautiful round ass cheek. Morgana yelps, but it's followed by a groan as I massage away the sting.
A few more smacks, some on her cheek, a few on her thigh, and I push my fingers inside her while sucking on her clit. Already I feel her tightening around me. After a couple more kisses, she breaks apart over me.
"I'm coming..." she yells, as she pulses around my fingers, her thighs shaking as her orgasm spreads through her.
"Okay Morgana. I'll wait a few more minutes, but then I have to leave for that meeting in the loop." We both look up at the sound of Jamie's voice floating under the office door. Both of us don't move for a few moments until we hear him walk away before breaking out into laughter.
"Do you think he heard us?" I ask but she shakes her head, still breathing hard against the desk.
"No and even if he did, I’ve caught him before with his assistant, so he would never say anything."
Morgana starts to push up from the desk, but I halt her progress and press her back down. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, "Blue fondant icing with reddish pink flowers edging a trail up the side."
She moans and I quickly grab a condom from my pants pocket on the floor. After rolling it on, I line my cock to her and slide it up and down her slickness. Slowly I thrust into her. I can still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm as I fill her.
"God Morgana, I forgot how good you feel."