Larus's forehead dropped to her shoulder blade. "Please… I—I can't—"
"You can," she murmured, rolling her hips in a slow grind that had them both gasping. "You're going to stay right here, letting me use you like this, until I say otherwise."
One of her hands reached back to wrap around the base of him again, stroking in time with the movement of her hips. The other braced on the desk for leverage. She could feel him pulsing, leaking steadily against her, the head nudging her entrance through the thin barrier of fabric every time she rocked forward.
the tight, slick pressure of her thighs, the slow drag of her hand, the filthy little sounds she made every time his cock slid along her clothed slit.
"Feel that?" she breathed, voice ragged with her own arousal. "That's how much I want you. But you'll wait for me, won't you, sweetheart?"
Larus could only nod frantically, lips parted on silent gasps, completely surrendered.
