" Would you like to try something new, dear? "
You continued staring at him, eyebrows raised, silently encouraging him to continue speaking.
" We could try... Cock warming maybe? "
Your eyebrows raised fully now, a few inches away from testing the laws of physics.
Your face was growing hotter the more you stared at him.
Was he being serious?
His hands slowly let go of your face.
" It's okay if you don't want to though. I heard it can potentially get uncormfortable, though i'm sure we won't have that problem. "
He ended the sentence with a wink, only worsening your brains unfortunate malfunction.
" No I... I want to. "
He raised an eyebrow.
" Are you sure? I don't want to pressure you. "
" No, i'm sure. "
He smiled at you, his hand once again resting against your face.
" Now be good, and stand up. "
You quickly stood up with a little too much enthusiasm.
" Good~ "
His voice was smooth, it made you want to lean into him and listen to him talk all night. You hoped that he spoke to you while you sat oh him.
You continued daydreaming for a while until eventually you were pulled out of it. The sound of clothes rustling togther and then being thrown.
Now you had been snapped out of the safety shell of your mind, this meant that you became acutely aware of his discarded clothes and what that also meant.
" Don't be shy, darling. "
You averted your eyes, nervously reaching down to atleast move your underwear out of the way.
" That's it, baby. Don't be nervous. "
You subconsiously tensed up, your shoulders awkwardly locking in placeand your hands fumbling desperately to get something done.
When you were done, you felt his hand on your hips gently pulling you towards him.
His thumbs rubbed mindlessly over the exposed skin of your hips. Whether he knew it or not, he was making you very horny.
His breathing was slightly heavier as he spoke to you.
" Don't worry, darling. I have some lubricant for you. "
His words were suprisingly reassuring, your body comfortably resting against the front of the desk.
You stared at the wall infront of you, anxiously awaiting the touch of the man behind you.
The draws beside you could be heard opening beside you, had he put the lubricant in your work desk? You quickly dismissed it, you had more important things to focus on! Like the cold finger that ran down your back.
It was wet and you were sure the dull light hanging just behind the two of you made it almost shine.
He neared your tailbone, quickly running back up and drawing patterns over the skin of your back.
It went on like that for a few minutes, him trailing his hands down and then quickly pulling them away. This time, he didn't stop at your tailbone.
His finger slowly pushing into you.
