“Tonight, we’re going to sleep early. Alright?” Ilyin said playfully. She remembered the mission before them, and she was more than willing to take this opportunity to exact a promise that kept them on the path.
“Ah!” Aden croaked, “it’s too cruel . . . “
“Do you promise?” she said, meeting his eyes. He nodded hurriedly, trying to hide his longing but unable to rein in his ragged breathing.
“I promise,” he breathed.
Ilyin looked back down at his c*ck, let her hand run along it again. Already, it was becoming wet with fluid, the lubricant of his arousal. She blushed but squeezed his c*ck once before releasing it. His breathing suddenly got rougher. She met his eyes again with a reminding look.
You promised.
She blushed again, despite herself. Normally, Aden took charge, leading her into pleasure. Today would be different. Today, she would be the leader.
She pulled herself up from his embrace just long enough to reposition herself. Now straddling him, she lowered herself slowly. His angry c*ck stood beneath her, waiting, as she moved her hips to rub against it.
She pushed it down against him and glided herself along the shaft of it, back and forth. Instantly, she felt herself become soaked with her own arousal. Aden’s eyes seemed to darken with hunger as he felt her juices covering his shaft.
She moved forward again, then back, slowly swiveling her hips as she moved. Aden gasped, gripped her hips tightly – but not so tightly to control her. He let her keep leading, though his hunger was obviously overtaking him. He had been persuaded – more than persuaded – but he let her keep going, unable to resist.
Ilyin sped up, her motion becoming more urgent as she glided along him. She felt a crescendo building inside her, even as Aden’s breath became more and more ragged, even as his hands seemed to lose control of themselves. He wanted to grab her, reposition his c*ck and bring her down upon it. But he was caught in the current with her now, his fingers curling and spasming at her sides as though he didn’t know what to do with them.
“Ah!” Ilyin cried as a wave hit her. She spasmed on top of him for a moment, gasping, as Aden – now almost painfully hard – tensed and moaned through his teeth. The chair creaked with their motion as she shuddered on top of him, her arms wrapped around his neck, burying her face in the scent of his hair as the vibration of her org*sm traveled through her.
She was soaked now, flowing like a spring from the feel of his shaft against her, from his bulging tip pressing against her mound every time she slid forward. As the spasm left her, she repositioned herself once more, now lifted just enough to let Aden’s c*ck stand, then slowly bringing herself down to it.
She lingered there, positioned just over the tip. She moved her hips again, rubbing her lips along the tip of him, back and forth, soaking him in the juices of her passion.
Once, again, again . . . she kept moving. Aden’s hands moved to the sides of the chair, gripping them as though he might break it. Holding on as though he had to keep himself from lifting up to her. His breath was strained now, and he seemed to be shuddering with anticipation.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she kept lingering above him. She moved back again and brought her face to in front of his.
“Aden,” she breathed, and finally lowered herself onto him. She was so ready, his c*ck so slick with her juices, that there was none of the usual hesitation. She lowered herself completely onto him, throwing her head back and gasping to feel him inside her.
“Aaaah!” she cried. Aden’s hands left the chair and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, holding her fully onto him for a long moment.
“Ilyin!” he croaked, then they moved together, bringing her up, then down again slowly. They lingered again, then she took the lead, drawing herself back up until just his tip was contained within her. She swirled her hips gently around it and Aden shuddered.
Then she slid back down, faster this time, and not stopping, but keeping a smooth, thrusting motion. Aden’s hips rocked in response to hers as she moved up and down, sheathing and unsheathing him again and again.
In the quiet of the office, their labored breaths, and the quiet slap of skin against skin seemed to echo. The noise of it made Ilyin blush again, yet she didn’t stop. Rather, she accelerated their rhythm, the motion of her hips becoming ever more pronounced as she began to lose herself in passion.
The sensation of her was driving Aden half-mad with passion. Seated as he was, she was able to take him in even more deeply than normal, and the way she controlled their motion, her unabashed desire, made it only more intense.
But his own desire was making him impatient. He moved, bringing him up to standing, holding Ilyin in place with her legs wrapped around his waist. As he stood, he started with sudden, hard thrusts that pulled a scream from her before she leaned her head forward and bit into his shoulder to silence herself.
“Tonight, we’re going to sleep early. Alright?” Ilyin said playfully. She remembered the mission before them, and she was more than willing to take this opportunity to exact a promise that kept them on the path.
“Ah!” Aden croaked, “it’s too cruel . . . “
“Do you promise?” she said, meeting his eyes. He nodded hurriedly, trying to hide his longing but unable to rein in his ragged breathing.
“I promise,” he breathed.
Ilyin looked back down at his c*ck, let her hand run along it again. Already, it was becoming wet with fluid, the lubricant of his arousal. She blushed but squeezed his c*ck once before releasing it. His breathing suddenly got rougher. She met his eyes again with a reminding look.
You promised.
She blushed again, despite herself. Normally, Aden took charge, leading her into pleasure. Today would be different. Today, she would be the leader.
She pulled herself up from his embrace just long enough to reposition herself. Now straddling him, she lowered herself slowly. His angry c*ck stood beneath her, waiting, as she moved her hips to rub against it.
She pushed it down against him and glided herself along the shaft of it, back and forth. Instantly, she felt herself become soaked with her own arousal. Aden’s eyes seemed to darken with hunger as he felt her juices covering his shaft.
She moved forward again, then back, slowly swiveling her hips as she moved. Aden gasped, gripped her hips tightly – but not so tightly to control her. He let her keep leading, though his hunger was obviously overtaking him. He had been persuaded – more than persuaded – but he let her keep going, unable to resist.
Ilyin sped up, her motion becoming more urgent as she glided along him. She felt a crescendo building inside her, even as Aden’s breath became more and more ragged, even as his hands seemed to lose control of themselves. He wanted to grab her, reposition his c*ck and bring her down upon it. But he was caught in the current with her now, his fingers curling and spasming at her sides as though he didn’t know what to do with them.
“Ah!” Ilyin cried as a wave hit her. She spasmed on top of him for a moment, gasping, as Aden – now almost painfully hard – tensed and moaned through his teeth. The chair creaked with their motion as she shuddered on top of him, her arms wrapped around his neck, burying her face in the scent of his hair as the vibration of her org*sm traveled through her.
She was soaked now, flowing like a spring from the feel of his shaft against her, from his bulging tip pressing against her mound every time she slid forward. As the spasm left her, she repositioned herself once more, now lifted just enough to let Aden’s c*ck stand, then slowly bringing herself down to it.
She lingered there, positioned just over the tip. She moved her hips again, rubbing her lips along the tip of him, back and forth, soaking him in the juices of her passion.
Once, again, again . . . she kept moving. Aden’s hands moved to the sides of the chair, gripping them as though he might break it. Holding on as though he had to keep himself from lifting up to her. His breath was strained now, and he seemed to be shuddering with anticipation.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she kept lingering above him. She moved back again and brought her face to in front of his.
“Aden,” she breathed, and finally lowered herself onto him. She was so ready, his c*ck so slick with her juices, that there was none of the usual hesitation. She lowered herself completely onto him, throwing her head back and gasping to feel him inside her.
“Aaaah!” she cried. Aden’s hands left the chair and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, holding her fully onto him for a long moment.
“Ilyin!” he croaked, then they moved together, bringing her up, then down again slowly. They lingered again, then she took the lead, drawing herself back up until just his tip was contained within her. She swirled her hips gently around it and Aden shuddered.
Then she slid back down, faster this time, and not stopping, but keeping a smooth, thrusting motion. Aden’s hips rocked in response to hers as she moved up and down, sheathing and unsheathing him again and again.
In the quiet of the office, their labored breaths, and the quiet slap of skin against skin seemed to echo. The noise of it made Ilyin blush again, yet she didn’t stop. Rather, she accelerated their rhythm, the motion of her hips becoming ever more pronounced as she began to lose herself in passion.
The sensation of her was driving Aden half-mad with passion. Seated as he was, she was able to take him in even more deeply than normal, and the way she controlled their motion, her unabashed desire, made it only more intense.
But his own desire was making him impatient. He moved, bringing him up to standing, holding Ilyin in place with her legs wrapped around his waist. As he stood, he started with sudden, hard thrusts that pulled a scream from her before she leaned her head forward and bit into his shoulder to silence herself.
