[Adelaide Knowles]
Christian’s body doesn’t leave me.
His hands are wrapped under my skirt and his head is buried in my breast as we both take in soft breaths. My legs quake and my body feels heavy with having him inside of me. I nestle my hands into his hair, we stay silent for a while as we hold each other. The sheer intimacy of it all makes my c**t throb with anticipation, and as though he notices this, he squeezes my bum, raises his eyes to me, and my heart stumbles at the sight.
His eyes—green hooded stare looking back at me in simmering anticipation, his hands slowly leaving my bum and coming in between my thighs when for the first time since I got into his office, I notice the large pane of glass window and not just any window, this one seemed transparent. I gulp an imaginary lu
