“Spread your legs for me,” he commands, and I comply without hesitation, opening myself to him.
He looks down at me, hunger evident in every line of his face. His fingers return to my center, two of them sliding inside me while his thumb circles my clit. The sensation makes my back arch, a moan tearing from my throat.
“Look at me,” he demands. “I want to see your face when you feel good.”
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze as his fingers work their magic. The intensity in his expression is almost too much to bear. This isn't just lust—there's something deeper, something that makes my chest ache in the best possible way and makes moments like these feel not only good but also bittersweet.
He lowers his head, his mouth closing around one nipple while his fingers continue to explore my folds. He knows just what to do with his fingers, and he curls them, dabs them,drives me crazy. I find myself climbing quickly toward release, my hips moving against his hand, seeking more.
“Agafon, please—” I pant, feeling my climax building.
He must sense how close I am because he suddenly withdraws his fingers. I make a noise of protest that turns into agasp when I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance instead.
“Don't tease,” I plead, reaching for him. “Just fuck me already.”
A slow, devastatingly handsome smile spreads across his face. “Oh, I’ve beendyingto fuck you, sweetheart. Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“You love to make me beg, don’t you?” I glower as I bite my lower lip.
“Yeah. It’s kind of fun making you pant,” he says.
The next thing I know, he grins and thrusts forward in one swift motion, filling me completely. We both groan at the sensation. He's so thick, stretching me deliciously, and I wrap my legs around his waist to draw him deeper.
“You feel fucking perfect,” he says, his voice strained as he begins to move.
He starts with slow strokes that have me digging my nails into his shoulders. His eyes devour me, roaming from my face to my bouncing breasts, to where our bodies meet. There's hunger in his gaze, but there’s also an adoration that makes my heart race faster than even his moves.
“Harder,” I demand, and his lips curl into that playful smirk that turns me on even more, if such a thing is possible.
His hips now snap forward with increased force. The desk creaks beneath us, and I think I hear something else fall to the floor. I can't bring myself to care. I don’t care if we break something. I don’t care if people outside can hear us. I don’t care if anyone walks in.
All that matters is how he feels inside me and how agonizingly good the pressure building low in my belly feels.
His eyes never leave me as his one hand grips my thigh and the other finds my breast again, kneading the soft flesh before pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me gasp. His other hand lets go of my thigh and slides between us, thumb pressing against my clit in tight circles that match the rhythm of his thrusts.
I lurch off the desk, and he releases my breast to guide me down again, one hand on my shoulder now. He grips my shoulder tight and slams into me, over and over again.
I can feel every ridge, every vein of him as he slides in and out, driving me closer to the edge with each thrust and the way he keeps me in place, while he fucks me so damn good, makes me feel like I could cry from sheer pleasure.
My body now slides across the desk from how hard he fucks me but he lets go of my clit, my shoulder, and digs his hands into my waist, his large thumbs grazing over my naval. I throw back my head and close my eyes as that spot begins to take form, that one spot of pleasure ready to spring free.
“Oh my god,” I mewl as I feel everything but the pleasure disappear. “Agafon. I…I—” I can’t talk. I can’t form a god damn sentence as the world around me darkens, every sense focused onthat one spot.
Agafon figures I’m close. He leans down, his breath hot on my ear. “That's it, Beth,” he growls. “Come for me. Let me see you fall apart.”
His words bring me over to the edge, and the next thing I know, I’m free-falling. My entire body trembles, my pussy convulsing around his cock and I feel him stiffen inside me. I scream out his name just as I see the stars burst behind my closed eyelids. He pulls me in for a kiss, swallows my moans, andcontinues to thrust into me, riding out my climax until he boards his.
“Fuck, Beth,” he rasps against my lips. “You feel incredible.”
I force my eyes open, wanting to see him. He’s got his jaw clenched, his exposed teeth digging into his lower lip, and then, I see the exact moment he loses all control. I feel him pulse inside me, and he groans, his hips jerking erratically as he spills into me.
For a moment, we stay frozen like that, connected. His forehead rests against mine, our breathing ragged. His body covers mine, and the weight of it feels perfect, as if it’s meant to be. When his gorgeous grey eyes stare into mine for what feels like minutes on end, as though he could never get bored of this—of me—my heart begins to settle.
I feel calm. I feel at peace. I feelseenlike never before.
The realization hits me with a force that knocks the very air out of me. This isn't just attraction or lust or even affection. This is more. This is everything.
I'm in love with him.
