Chapter 17

You swallowed the drool that had been accumulating in your mouth, looking down at Sabrina as she smirked up at you.

"Fucking amazing," you said, still panting a little to catch your breath after your orgasm had rolled through you. "Come here." You pulled her up and hugged her to you, kissing her cheek and then down the crook of her jaw, and then lower to her slender neck.

"Oh, oh fuck," Sabrina gasped. "How did you know that was my spot?"

"I didn't," you admitted. "But that's definitely good to know."

"Oh shit," she laughed, then gasped again as you nuzzled into her neck again and let your lips and tongue make love to her soft, warm skin for a long moment. She melted in your arms, moaning and whimpering as you slowly let your hands rove over her clothes. You grabbed her ass, small and pert, through her skit, feeling each cheek as your fingers curled around it. You held her waist, small and thin. You palmed her small tits over her shirt, knowing that her thin, lace bra did little to protect her nipples from the sensation.

When you swapped sides of her neck, starting fresh kisses on the other side, the needy whine she let out was like a dog begging for attention. You shuffled and spun the two of you so that she was backed to the counter now. As you kept kissing her, wondering whether you should push things and actually give her a hickey, you lifted her by the waist so that she was sitting on the edge of the counter.

Your hands found her knee, and just like in the restaurant you started slowly rubbing up and down, moving your fingers, then your entire hand, up and under her skirt. You grabbed her bare thigh, then smacked it lightly. She squeezed her thighs together, pinning your hand there, then opened them again. Asking you to go further.

Fingers moving higher, kisses moving lower. Sabrina undid the top buttons of her shirt, letting you start kissing down to her shoulders and collarbone.

"Oooh, baby," she crooned in your ear, pulling your head to her. "What are you doing to me?"

"What do you want me to do to you?" you asked, fingers creeping back to that point where they had stopped before.

Inches from her lips. Close enough to feel the wet texture that had been building between her thighs. To feel the flushed heat building in her.

"I don't know," she whispered. "I wasn't expecting..."

"What, you didn't think I'd reciprocate?" you asked.

She shook her head, biting her lower lip. You replied by kissing her, and taking her bottom lip between your teeth and pulling slightly, before melting back into the kiss.

"This is so fucking hot," she gasped when the kiss ended. "Fuck, can you imagine what this would look like on film?"

"Is that really what you're thinking about?" you chuckled lightly.

"Sorry, sorry baby," she said quickly, cupping your face and pulling you back in for another kiss. This one was sweeter, less primal, than the last, but just as intense. "I just can't help it. For the past couple of months literally everything sexual I do, I've been doing thinking about cameras."

"Well this time no one's watching," you whispered in her ear, leaning over her. Your fingers trailed up her thigh, skipping over her lips and rubbing higher on her pubic mound, fingertips in the thin little landing strip that you knew was above her clit. "This time it's all about you and me. Do you want me to make you feel good? Just you, all the way?"

She nodded silently and quickly. Your fingers tugged on her pubes lightly. She sniffed in a breath.

"You teased the everloving crap out of me today, Sabrina. Should I do the same to you?" you asked her.

She shook her head no, but she also quivered and you felt her subtly flex the muscles around in cunt under your palm and fingers. The idea of you teasing her was definitely appealing to some parts of her.

"No? Then why is your little pussy practically drooling at the idea, Sabrina?" you asked quietly. You leaned down and kissed her neck again, and at the same time you slid your fingers lower, over her warm and flushed vulva, avoiding her clit or inner labia. Just as quickly as you started, you kissed back up and your fingers left her lower lips.

"John," she whimpered.

"Yes?" you asked, smiling against her ear.

"Please?" she begged. You pulled away and looked her in the eye. Hers were big and round and desperate for release. Her mouth was hanging just slightly open, and she was breathing shallowly. "Please, baby? I'm sorry for being such a tease. I'm sorry I teased you with my tits in public. I'm sorry I flashed you my needy little pussy at the restaurant," she said. "I'm sorry I... um- I'm sorry I was..."

She couldn't think for a moment as you kissed back down her jaw and neck, fingers sliding lower over her outermost lips again, then back up.

"God, John," she said, her voice having changed to a lower tone. "Just please, get your fingers in me."

You pulled your hand completely out from under her skirt and lifted your fingers to her lips. "You want them in you? Lube them up."

She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue obscenely, and soon she was sucking on your ring and middle finger. Sabrina slurped and bobbed her head, getting your fingers wet, and you pulled them free after a moment of watching.

You lifted her skirt up, and Sabrina spread her legs wide, her ass right at the edge of the counter. Placing your hand down between her thighs, palm on her landing strip and two fingers on either of her lips, you leaned in again and kissed her neck, right under her jaw.

"Tell me what you want, what you really, really want," you whispered, slowly applying pressure as you pushed down on her.

"Huh?" she moaned.

"I said tell me what you want. What you really, really want," you said again, with a soft smirk.

"Spice girls?" she questioned, half-laughing and almost crying at the distraction.

And that's when you slid your fingers inside of her, and kissed her right on her 'spot' again, and she grabbed your now hardened dick with her hand as it was still hanging out of your pants.

The heel of your palm pressed against her clit as your fingers slid deep. She quivered and jerked at the shock of pleasure. Your breath hitched at the feeling of her fingers on your cock again.

And the door to the copy room opened.