I stopped her hands before they could reach the waistband of her panties, pulling her close again so her trembling thighs brushed my chest.

"Stay just like this a second," I murmured, voice thick.

I leaned in and pressed my mouth to the soaked cotton right between her legs. The fabric was warm, completely drenched, clinging to every fold. I dragged my tongue up the center in one slow, firm lick, tasting her through the thin barrier.

"Aaahhh—" Her knees buckled; she grabbed my shoulders to stay upright, a broken sob spilling out. "Alex… oh god…"

I didn't stop. I licked again, harder, sucking the wet cotton against her clit, feeling it throb under my tongue. Her hips jerked forward on instinct, grinding against my mouth. I could feel how swollen she was, how the little nub pulsed every time I circled it.

"Aahh… aahh… I can't… it's too much…" she whimpered, thighs shaking violently, nails digging into my skin.

I kept going until the fabric was even wetter from my mouth and her, until she was swaying on her feet, tears rolling helplessly against my tongue, losing every last bit of control. Only then did I hook my fingers in the sides and drag the panties down slow.

They peeled away with a soft, wet sound, revealing a neat, small patch of dark curls—just a little triangle of soft pubic hair, trimmed short, glistening with her arousal. I kissed the top of it, tongue flicking through the damp curls, tasting skin and salt and her.

She gasped, legs spreading wider on instinct. "Please…"

I slid one hand up the inside of her thigh, fingers gliding through slick heat, and parted her gently. She was soaked, swollen, pink and perfect. I traced her entrance once, twice, then pushed one finger in slow—just to the first knuckle—feeling her clench hard around me.

"Aaahhh—Alex!" Her whole body jerked, hips trying to take more, but I held her still.

"So tight," I groaned against her mound, adding a second finger, shallow, curling just enough to brush that spot inside. She cried out, thighs clamping around my hand, pussy fluttering wildly.

I pumped slow, in and out, thumb circling her clit while my mouth stayed on those soft curls, kissing, licking, breathing her in. She was dripping down my fingers now, coating my hand, the wet sounds loud in the quiet office.

Only when she was shaking so hard she could barely stand did I pull my fingers free, bring them to my mouth, and lick them clean while she watched, wide-eyed and panting.

Then I hooked my hands behind her thighs and tugged the panties the rest of the way off, letting them drop to her ankles.

She stood completely naked in front of me, trembling like a leaf, breasts heaving, pink nipples swollen and shining, small patch of dark curls wet and glistening, pussy flushed and dripping, thighs creamy and plush.

I looked up the entire length of her body, hands sliding to those wide, perfect child-bearing hips, squeezing hard enough to leave faint marks.

"Perfect," I said, voice raw.

She was shaking, eyes glassy with need, lips parted on shallow breaths. I couldn't wait another second.

I leaned back just enough to yank my shirt over my head in one rough motion, tossing it aside.

Then my hands dropped to my open jeans—still pushed down just enough from earlier—and I shoved them lower, kicking them off along with everything else until I was as naked as she was.

Skin hot, cock hard and slick against my stomach, throbbing for her.

"Come here," I growled, reaching for her again.

I pulled her forward and down in one smooth motion, guiding her back onto my lap—straddling me this time, knees sinking into the sofa on either side of my hips. Her plush thighs spread wide over mine, that creamy softness pressing warm against my skin.

Her dripping pussy settled right against the length of my cock—hot, slick, bare skin on skin for the first time.

We both groaned at the contact.

"Aaahhh—" she cried out softly, head falling forward, hands gripping my shoulders as her hips jerked on instinct, sliding her wetness along me. The head of my cock nudged her entrance, then slipped up to brush her clit, coating me in her.

I grabbed her ass hard—both hands full of those round, perfect cheeks—spreading her wider, rocking her slow so she dragged back and forth along my shaft.

Every glide made her clit rub against me, made the head kiss her opening without pushing in.

"Feel that?" I rasped against her neck, nipping the skin there. "That's all you. Soaked for me."

She sobbed, nodding fast, hips rolling on their own now. "Alex… please… I need you inside…"

Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest, pink nipples—still swollen and wet from my mouth—dragging across my skin with every rock. I could feel them throb, feel her heartbeat pounding through them.

I slid one hand up her back, tangling in her hair, pulling her head back gently so I could look at her—flushed face, tears of desperation on her lashes, lips swollen and trembling.

"Not yet," I murmured, voice rough but steady. "Want you dripping down my cock a little more first."

I rocked her harder, guiding her hips, letting her slick folds part around my shaft, her clit grinding directly against me now. The wet sounds were obscene—loud in the quiet office—her arousal coating me, dripping down over my balls.

"Aahh… aahh… Alex!" she whimpered with every slide, thighs shaking harder, nails digging into my shoulders. Her pussy clenched on nothing, fluttering against the underside of my cock, begging.

I leaned in and caught one pink nipple in my mouth again—sucking hard, teeth grazing—while my hands kneaded her ass, spreading and pulling her along me faster.

She was close again already—I could feel it in the way her body tensed, the way her cries turned higher, broken.

"Good girl," I growled against her breast, releasing the nipple with a pop before taking the other. "Come on my cock like this first. Show me how bad you want it inside."

And she did—hips bucking erratic, a choked sob tearing from her throat as she came hard, pussy pulsing against my shaft, fresh wetness flooding over me, dripping down my thighs.

I held her through it, rocking slow, drawing it out until she collapsed forward, forehead against mine, trembling and gasping.

Only then did I shift my hips, lining the head of my cock with her entrance—hot, slick, fluttering.

"Now," I whispered, hands tight on her hips. "You're ready."

She nodded frantically, tears still falling, body open and desperate.

She was trembling harder now, thighs shaking around my hips, hands clutching my shoulders so tight her nails left little crescents. Her breath came in these tiny, panicked gasps, like she was excited and terrified at the same time.

I stopped—just the tip pressing against her, no deeper—and looked up at her face. Tears still clung to her lashes, cheeks flushed deep pink, lips swollen and parted.

"Aria," I said low, voice rough but gentle, one hand stroking up her back to calm her. "You're shaking like crazy. You seem… so inexperienced, baby. Did your boyfriend not teach you anything?"

She froze for a second, eyes dropping, then shook her head almost imperceptibly. Her voice came out small, barely above a whisper, like she was embarrassed and proud at the same time.

"I… I've never had a boyfriend who… I've never done this." She swallowed hard, forcing the words out. "I'm a virgin, Alex."

The world tilted.

I went completely still, cock throbbing against her entrance, my hands tightening on her hips without meaning to.

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