I continued to suck on her soft flesh and lave my tongue in and around her nipple as I obliged her silent request to cup a hand over her sodden pussy. She was hot to the touch. I massaged her gently and then ran a finger lightly over her slick entrance, now temporarily shielded by silk panties that were dripping wet.

She was moaning, writhing under me; her panting matched my own. We swayed to a head-spinning seduction that was careening out of our control.  My corner of the universe had collapsed into this moment of indescribable pulse-pounding heat with her. She grew impatient and covered my hand with hers. Now, she seemed to say.  She started thrusting her hips against my hand, begging incoherently for me to enter her.

Aerin. Aerin. My conscious was calling to me desperately, trying to cut through the noise of my heart that was beating as loudly as it ever had. The pounding was drowning out every other sound, but I heard an insistent voice. Aerin! Aerin!

“Unnhn, Harley,” I groaned as I finally snapped back to reality, and unbelievably resisted against her hand. Every instinct I had and every cell in my body was urging me to slip my fingers into her, but, amazingly, I found that I’d lifted my head from her chest after reluctantly stopping my mouth from devouring her luscious breast.

”Ple-e-e-a-se, Aerin,” she groaned, still fighting with my hand to stay in place over her hot mound.

“Unnhnn, no, Harley,” I murmured even as I involuntarily brushed a fingertip over her wet slit in response to her sexy moan. I rested a heated cheek against her warm face, taking halting breaths. “Not yet, baby.”

We both drew deep breaths, and, after a beat, she guided my hand from between her legs. We exchanged small smiles, and interlaced our fingers.

She gave me a sweet, soft kiss on the lips, and then leaned her forehead on mine. “You have unbelievable self-control. But, fine. You’ll need to grant me one wish, though: one day, you’ll let me keep my lips attached to yours for as long as possible, alright?”

I smiled again, adjusted her blouse, and stepped back. I gazed into those mesmerizing, warm, hazel eyes. “Self-control is not something I would’ve claimed to have with anyone else, Harley. But I would love to grant you that wish one day, yes, ” I answered, still panting slightly. “Disappoint all those guys hanging around you in the office, and everywhere else, I suspect,” I added, with a teasing tone. “You probably know that, right? If you give them half a chance they’d be on you like white on rice, baby.”