As the kiss deepened, I felt her fingertip graze my clit. I moaned at the sensation. She groaned hungrily at my wetness. She took her forefinger and thumb and lightly twisted my sensitive button. I broke the kiss as her actions took the air out of my lungs. I leaned back and put the palms of my hands on her desk as she continued her slow torture. My back arched. My breath quickened. I began to sweat. She licked her lips as she continued to bring me closer and closer to the peak of abandon. She rubbed and lightly tugged on my clit. It was so sensitive. I didn’t think I could last another second, but she stopped. She reached for my head and kissed me with a force that almost blew me away. Her tongue battled with mine. One hand held on to my neck to bring me closer. Her other hand went under my shirt to caress my breast. I was floating somewhere beyond this room. She reached down to my hips and lifted me onto the desk never breaking the kiss. I sensed this wasn’t her first time doing this.

She pulled back from the kiss to whisper, “Do you want me to finish you now or do you want to wait until after work?”

“Now.” I said. She didn’t hesitate to comply. She knew she had worked my body until I was ready to explode. She liked to do this to me. She liked to bring me to the edge, stop, and then bring me to the edge again. Sometimes she’d repeat this over and over until I came all over her. I’ve never had anyone excite me this way. That’s why I fuck her.

She circled my clit with her finger and rubbed it gently. She then took two of her fingers and entered me slowly. I groaned at how it good it felt. She touched my soul with every thrust. She was kissing me, entering my mouth with her tongue. She was fucking me, entering me with her fingers. She was everywhere. My wife was never everywhere. Even if she did exactly the same thing that Bette was doing to me now, it wasn’t the same. That’s why I fuck Bette.

She pulls back from the kiss, and I see sweat beginning to form on her forehead. Her groans mix with my moans and the room echoes with the sounds of our passion. I’m so close. God, I need her to finish me off.

She slows her movements, and I moan in frustration. She knows I need this. She moves her wet finger up to my clit and rubs it slowly. My head leans back and my eyes roll. The pleasure is almost too much to bear. She leans forward and kisses my neck. Her lips are hot as they scorch my skin. She feels like a fire burning through me. She continues to rub my clit and flick it gently. I’m melting as the current of electricity passes through me.

“Please Bette! I’m almost there.”

She knows what I need. That’s why I fuck her.

She suddenly enters me with those same two fingers. Her thrusting is fast and deep and hits my spot every time. I try to keep it quiet, but her fingers are controlling my every thought, every movement.

“Oh Fuck Tina, you feel so good.”

“Ah…It’s so close!” I scream in return. My moans continue as she brings me closer. And closer. And closer. She takes her thumb and rubs it along my clit as her fingers rub my GSpot. This is the movement that pushes me, THROWS me, off the edge. My back arches, my hands clench the desk, and I scream as the passion overtakes me. Every muscle in my body contracts, and I’m paralyzed with pleasure. It takes several moments until I can regain some semblance of composure. When I can move, I get off of the desk and stand in front of her. She kisses me softly, and I lean into her affection.

“Just wanted to give you a little preview of tonight. Be prepared to be worn out.” She says arrogantly.

And that’s why I fuck her.