Her hips were wild overachievers. They had always been very good at moving insanely quick and driving him out of his fucking mind. They were doing the exact same thing right now. He felt like he was going to pop. His neck was tightening and he couldn't stop himself from moaning into her mouth once more. He had been hard the entire card ride home. It was a miracle he was lasting.
The thought pierced his brain. He knew what he wanted. He knew what they needed to do. He tried desperately to find his voice. He needed to speak. "Get up." His voice was quick and a little choppy. He wanted her up and holding onto that table. "I want you--" The sensations in his body right now were making it hard to focus. "bent over my desk."
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Date: 2012-02-13 11:12 am (UTC)The thought pierced his brain. He knew what he wanted. He knew what they needed to do. He tried desperately to find his voice. He needed to speak. "Get up." His voice was quick and a little choppy. He wanted her up and holding onto that table. "I want you--" The sensations in his body right now were making it hard to focus. "bent over my desk."