“Kiss me,” she sighed.

“What?” I asked incredulously, thinking my ears were playing tricks on me.

“You heard.”

“I know,” I sighed, the remaining distance between our bodies rapidly depleting, “I just wanted to hear you say it again.”

“Kiss me,” she whispered, so close I could feel her light, hot breath on my lips that were already slightly parted and waiting for her.

“I’d love to,” I exhaled into her, my top lip gently grazing hers as I spoke the words.

And then all words were gone. My tongue had already darted out to taste her and she was fighting back with all her might, battling against the onslaught of kisses that were rapidly flowing from my lips to hers. She fought to regain dominance over me, but I knew I was already in the mindset that said I’d be the one in control. I’d been out of control for so long that, upon knowing I could finally do what I wanted to – without any reason to hold back, I was unable to take my time, or give her the leeway to overpower me. And God, it felt good.

I felt her hot hands make their way down my sides, only to pull my body tightly to hers. We were pressed so closely that even the simple act of inhaling was insanely difficult. I didn’t know where she started and I finished, and I didn’t feel that I needed to. I was going to make us far more connected than that, anyway. I shivered, my blood pumping and nerves shooting like stars all over my body, each one of her caresses serving to remind me of previous times we’d been together; all the things we’d done and all the various ways we’d done them.

The memories caused a surge of movement in me, leading to me spinning us around to push her back until she connected with the desk and let out a brief moan. It only spurred me on further, forcing me to raise my hands from where they were gently pressing her ass, to smoothly tuck themselves under her top and gradually pull it up and over her head. As we pulled apart to remove it completely from her body, our eyes connected and she smiled at me. Her pupils were so dilated her eyes looked black, and her blushing complexion only added to the delirious haze I was drowning in. Our faces were so close that her features were almost a blur to me, although I assumed it was more likely a result of me being more turned on than I ever had been before in my life. I couldn’t think straight, all I knew was that I was going to make love to Spencer, finally! I felt myself blushing and a satisfied smile raised the corners of my mouth.