𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 115 | Bottom Lip NSFW

I feel like I'm on some type of drug, this night is going to be a long one.

He holds his other hand out to me and I take it, letting him help me stand up on shaking legs. Legs that I'm now realizing have little to no feeling because of my previous position.

He gently scoots me aside as he swipes everything off the desk and shoves the chairs away, not caring about any of it.

I watched as he turned back to me determined to get the dress off as much as I wanted to. I just wanted to let him do it. My eyes challenged him, giving him the reigns. I watched him fight an eager grin at the provocation.

He grabbed me by the waist then went down and took the dress bunched at my hips, trying to pull it down. He was having a hard time because it decided it didn't want to come down. It was easier to slip on.

I tried to stifle a laugh at his effort. He stared up at me, not deterred, but playfully angry I was laughing.

"Quiet." He grunted, giving it one more gentle tug. "Alright, this might hurt, but this is coming off."

He gazed down at my feet, getting distracted at the fact my heels were still on, "After these sharp weapons do."

He stood back up and surprised me by grabbing my waist and lifting me onto the edge of the desk. I momentarily gripped his biceps for support. I swear, I don't know how he's picking me up so easily, I'm not a child, nor am I extremely light. The stronger men are; I guess it doesn't really matter how heavy a woman is. He chuckled at my shock and winked at me.

He squatted down and started to untie the shoes, I could see he was getting impatient so I decided to help with one foot. He pulled off one and I pulled off the other, both at the same time. He stood up and grabbed my hips, momentarily resting his forehead on mine. We stare at each others faces, and I keep myself just out of reach of his lips, for some reason wanting to tease him again arising in me.

"If I had known it would be this difficult I would have brought a knife." He states, out of breath, insinuating my clothes.

The thought of a knife strangely aroused me and I could feel the dampness between my legs more than anything. It ached and I was dying to get this fucking dress off to finally do something about it.

Aizawa lifted me off the table and back onto noticeably wobbly feet. He held me steady and chuckled as I rolled my eyes.

He went down, "Might hurt, yadda yadda." I watched his hands curl and grab onto the dress, all of a sudden I was getting anxious. "Brace yourself."

I grabbed onto his shoulders and closed my eyes prepared to be chafed or stung.

He yanked down so hard I almost fell over, it didn't hurt it just surprised me, thankfully.

I felt him go still as I used his shoulders to hold me up while I kicked off the dress.

"Fuck." He threw the dress away and gaped at me. "You didn't wear anything under it?"

"I went commando, shoot me." I groaned, trying not to smile.

He stood up and grabbed the back of my neck, "That was probably the best idea you've had, ever." I rolled my eyes.

"Gee, thanks." I said before he crashed his mouth into mine.

His mouth was wet and warm, it felt cozy and I had the right to explore it like he had just before. I took my tongue, deciding it was my turn and let it flick his upper lip. He groaned and I swallowed it as he gripped onto my waist and dug his fingers into my skin. His bare, rough hands felt heavenly on me and all I wanted was for them to wander. He lifted me onto the desk once again and my ass slammed on it.

He let his lips move with mine and I let my hands tangle in his hair.

He pulled away from me, stopping abruptly. "Are you on the pill?"

"No." I breathed, a little frustrated at the sudden pause.

"I don't have a condom, I'll just pull out." He said, pulling me to the edge of the desk and putting his mouth on mine again.

The thought of him inside me bare was enough to make me just finish now. He couldn't get enough so he pulled me farther to the edge of the desk and ground himself against me. His clothed pants grinding into my bare clit. With that, all of a sudden I wanted more than just this makeout session.

"Take off." I said, barely making sense, but he understood.

I couldn't pull away from his lips and he couldn't pull away from mine so he unzipped his tight dress pants and let them fall.

I pulled from his lips wanting to be the one to pull off the rest of his clothes. His eyes were full of lust and impatience.

He rested his hands on my thighs and moved to breathe into the crook of my neck. I let what he had left drop from where they sat low on his hips. He wasn't lying, his dick was full on rock hard and he was a grown man with something to show for it.

It wasn't extremely thick but it looked long enough that what he said wasn't an exaggeration. I would feel this in my throat.