"Did you get enough to eat?" I ask as I look at the half-eaten plate of food and the picked-over pancakes. "You didn’t like it?"
"Oh, no, it was wonderful, thank you. I, um..." Piccola looks down at her hands and then finally back at . "Honestly, I’m nervous."
We’re sitting on the side of my office next to the window, and the late morning light is streaming in around her and making her look like an angel. We’re on the couch facing one another with breakfast on the small table next to us.
The sigh she lets out is telling as I look at the tension going through her shoulders. "Tell what makes you the most nervous, and I’ll do my best to ease that for you."
Her laugh is indulgent as she shakes her head. "You’re acting like any of this is normal."
"Don’t misunderstand ." I reach out and take her hand in mine because I need to know what it feels like. "There’s nothing about the way I feel that’s normal." I’m staring at our joined fingers when she keeps going.
"You an you don’t ask every intern to do what you’re asking of ?"
My head snaps up, and I’m genuinely shocked. "No," I answer with finality. "I’ve never done this before."
"How can I believe you?" There’s sothing like hurt in her voice, and I reach up to brush her hair away from her face.
"I don’t think sothing like this can be proven with words. It has to be done with actions."
"And how can you show that in action?" Her brows furrow, but I wonder if she even realized she leaned into my touch.
"Let’s start with the reason I asked you to co ho with tonight." She licks her lips nervously as I take the napkin in her lap and toss it on the table. "And what I asked you to do."
"Oh...okay." She licks them again, and god, do I want to kiss her right now. Those plump cherry lips are just glistening and waiting for .
"Maybe we should start with sothing smaller?" I offer.
"Like what?" She seems to relax a little, and I like that she’s moved closer to .
"Maybe instead, you let see a little sothing now. That way when it’s ti to go, you won’t feel so shy."
"What do you want to show you?" She looks down at her body as if considering what my answer is going to be.
"Piccola." When I say her na, her eyes co back to et mine. "I swear to you that I won’t hurt you. Ever. I’ve never done this before, and I’m not one to make demands from anyone." I breathe deep and fill my chest with the truth. "But sothing about you has changed that, and now all I can think about is ordering you to do what I want."
Her lips part, and my hand slides down her body and to her waist. With one quick jerk, she’s closer to , and our bodies are pressed against one another.
"Let tell you what to do and then see if you like it," I whisper just low enough for her to hear, and she only hesitates for a second before she nods.
In one smooth motion, I pull her over one of my thighs so that she’s straddling it. Her skirt pushes up just a little, and I can already feel the heat of her center scorching my leg. Her hands automatically go to my chest to brace herself and seeing her on is almost too much. My cock is straining against the material of my pants, and I’m not sure how much longer the stitches in the material will hold.
"Look how pretty you are." I brush her hair over her shoulder and then slide my hands down her sides reverently. When I get to her waist, I stop there and grip her hips tightly. "Let’s see how pretty you are when you cum."
"Oh god." Her breath hitches as I rock her hips forward on my thigh and then back a little.
"I think doing this will make you feel better and show you just how good I can be to you."
Holding her with one hand, I use the other to push up the soft material of her skirt just a little. Only enough so that I can see her pretty white panties rubbing on the muscle of my thigh. Her pussy is flat against it, and it looks so soft as I move her back and forth. Her hands tighten on my chest as she begins to rock slowly and steadily.
"I-I...so good." She closes her eyes, and her head falls back as she begins to move her hips on her own. I sit back, watching her ride as her pleasure grows and grows.
"Fuck," I hiss as I rub my hand over the front of my pants and think about sinking into that soft pussy she’s using to torture .
I haven’t even kissed her yet, but all I can do is stare as her nipples bead under her shirt and the buttons strain to pop open. I’d love nothing more than to suckle on her tits and feel the hard pebble across my tongue. I’d also love to put my mouth on her cunt and drink every drop of her juice she rubbed on my face.
My hand rubs faster, and even though I know I can’t cum in my pants, I keep doing it. I have absolutely no control when it cos to Piccola, and the more I’m with her, the more I co undone. She’s like a drug, and all it took was one hit. Now I’m addicted to her presence, to her touch, and to seeing her lost in pleasure.
Her movents beco less even, and I see a furrow between her brows. Ignoring my cock, my hands go to the tops of her thighs, and her eyes snap open.
"Let help you get there," I say, and there’s a little needy whine in the back of her throat. My thumb goes to the front of her panties, and the next ti she rocks forward, I brush it over the wet spot right against her clit.
Her moan is loud, and I have to put my hand over her mouth as I keep going. Over and over, I strum her little clit, and she begins to hump my leg faster.
"What a sweet girl you are," I say, and she whimpers. "Look how good you are for ."
"Blake," she moans behind my hand, and I grunt as I feel precum leak from my cock.
"My pretty girl," I praise, and her hips rock forward one final ti.
She cries out against my hand, and I use my other to rub gentle circles over her wet panties. Her sounds of pleasure are loud, and I love how vocal she is when she cos apart. Her cheeks are flushed, and her body goes limp as I catch and pull her against my chest. She lies against it while she tries to catch her breath, and I smile as I kiss the top of her head.
"See how much better you feel?" I ask softly as I gently run my hand up and down her back. "You did so well, and you looked darling as you ca. I couldn’t have asked for anyone more perfect."
I feel her cuddle closer to , and my lips brush against her forehead. Just as thoughts of touching her to see how wet she is enter my mind, there’s a knock on my office door.
Piccola tenses, and I imdiately beco angry that soone has broken this perfect mont. Instead of lashing out at whoever is on that side of the door, I turn to my beautiful girl.
"Let’s see if you left sothing on my pants before I answer that."
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