His grin felt like the first sip of a glass of champagne, light and sweet. I let my tongue explore his lips for a moment and felt the tension in his body increase. His cock seemed to pulse in approval between my legs as my tongue danced with his. His arms wrapped around my waist and I could feel the strength there.
“Hang on.” He breathed without fully removing his mouth from mine. I did as I was told and gripped his shoulders as he rose from the chair with his hands firmly on my ass. My legs encircled his waist and I felt the cool chill of his desk beneath me as he placed me atop his work space. Whatever he had been working on, or pretended to work on while waiting on me, remained there. With a playful giggle I swept it all off towards the floor.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” I continued to giggle as the papers floated through the air before settling a few feet away.