He whispered into her ear, "I've been watchin' you for months, listenin' to you talk. When you bend over to get a book, reachin' up high...those legs," she flushed, "an' I've been wantin' to touch you so bad."
Carol expressed. "Please," she breathed, "someone might come back here and - "
"Ain't nobody coming back here," he chuckled, sending tingling shivers down her spine. He pushed his swelling erection against her, evoking a breathy moan. "Damn, I've been wantin' to talk to you since I first laid eyes on you but it's taken me this long to work up the courage. This is fuckin' crazy, I know an' I probably shouldn't - "
He'd been breathing erratically the entire time, trying to control himself. He broke off when her hips jerked slightly. Squeezing against her, he groaned into her neck. Carol whimpered as she felt every nerve in her body as if it were on fire. He growled as he brought his lips just up to her ear. His hips thrust gently, and he croaked, "Damn, I fuckin' need you."
Carol jumped slightly and faltered, "But I'm - "
He cut her off with a kiss, daintily pressing his lips against her, his hips were moving of their own accord in a rotating rhythm. He moaned deep in his throat as she started to respond to the kiss.
In one smooth motion, his hands found their way onto the tops of her thighs, just under her skirt and hiked it up as he sat her on the table. He spread her legs and was treated to her perfect black laced panties. He needed to press himself against her hot, soft, opening even through his pants.
She startled as he pressed against her; she'd never felt so excited, it sent a thrill through her blood.
Her hands gripped his upper arms, squeezing as he nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck. Carol's mind whirled as his nimble fingers discovered a nipple through her blouse and a broken moan escaped her lips.
For a moment, the world stood still. He put an end of all movement except to growl in her ear, "All you gotta to do is tell me to stop."
His thumbs withdrew from their task, making her breasts ache. His hands sensually drifted down her sides, stroking just above her hip, up and down. Carol was taking deep breaths, but there was no way she could stop now.
Before she could formulate any words, his left hand slid around her back and held her as he pushed himself against her heat again. They both inhaled urgently as their shared pleasure overwhelmingly flowed through them. The overflow of heat and desire that raced through her, washing her thoughts away. His resolve was fueled, but his discipline was flagging.
He set up a rolling motion in his hips, kissing along the column of her neck, nipping at her ears, and gently exploring her nipples. Before long she was absent to everything but the moment. Carol didn't feel him open the first few buttons of her blouse and only observing in passing the change in sensation as he pulled her matching lacy bra down one side, then the other. She didn't register the change in his position.
Carol cried out in surprise when his tongue caressed over her nipple and his thumb began tracing large, lazy circles over her swollen bundle of nerves. Her body bowed and she rotated her hips back.
He swiftly took advantage trailing his erection up and down over her soaked panties.
All he could think about was how he wanted to pull down his jeans and lay on the table to watch this woman ride him to a gratifying climax. He was already on the edge with his self control.
He was having trouble containing himself; he felt like his pants had shrunk multiple sizes. He gasped and tugged her flush against him, firm but gently. She tucked her arms in just in time and this man swiftly encircled her.
Taking a deep breath, Carol pushed against him. At first, he thought she was trying to push him away, but then he felt her yanking on his jeans. His mind raced several steps ahead, where he was already balls deep inside of her. He tried to drive his body to slow down as he angled back to allow her more access. He stretched back and trailed off his shirt without unbuttoning it.
Carol practically wrenched open his jeans and quickly freed him. He growled as she controlled him, contending with the urge to pump his hips. She encased one hand around his throbbing cock and rubbed his length a few times before his hand seized her wrist, halting her.
"No." he rumbled, "No, I ain't done with you yet."
He removed her hesitant hands away and deliberately pressed himself up against the top of the wet patch that had been building up in her panties. The wet texture of the lace against his tip made his entire body tense in the effort not to simply mount her and go.
Carol felt his body stiffen, but that only served to push him harder against her, almost building to push the head of his dick into her through the lace.
All sensation rippled to that spot and she mewled. It had been quite a long time, but her body hadn't erased the feeling. Right now, her body yearned for it.
He growled in frustration, gritting his teeth. "Please," he begged in a gruff whisper, dispatching shivers from her neck down into her tummy with every breath. "Give me what I need." His voice was rough with charged control. His eyes were feral, latching onto her gaze.
That wicked pleasure in the very back of her mind emerged and she languidly rocked her hips, sighing softly. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted for the delectable sounds that emerged from her. As he began to move with her, she felt like her body would burst she was quivering so hard.
"Damn, you're so hot…," he bit through grit teeth. Gripping her hips, he came to an mental compromise, "Turn around," he whispered.
Dazed and a little reluctant, Carol complied.
Hiking up her skirt, he inserted a finger into the far side of her panties. He ran the thick digit down along her skin at a slant. She was excitedly trying to meet him when his finger reached her blazing, sopping slit. She looked fucking tight, but he was positive she was primed for him.
