John squeezed his eyes shut, broke his kiss with a ragged gasp, and pressed his forehead to hers. Her grip was like her handshake: firm and confident. When she pulled along his rigid length, Victoria ran her thumb along the tip, wiping away the drops of fluid. John’s breath caught in his throat as he watched her bring her finger to her lips and suck.

“I wanted to do that last time, but you had to run to a meeting,” she said with a throaty purr.

Goddamn... “I was a fool,” he said, nearly doubling over as she returned to his cock. John wasn’t going to let her work alone. He licked the tips of his fingers and applied them directly to the already moist folds between her thighs. Victoria’s eyes widened at his touch. It was the same surprised expression that had lit her face when his tongue first touched her. He relished the way her full lips made an “o” and her brows drew upward in the middle. As his fingers rubbed tight circles around her entrance, he knew she was ripe enough to unravel in his arms.

They touched each other while breathing short shallow pants in the humid air. As she massaged his hot, silky column of flesh, John kept his pace quick and his pressure consistent. Even as her hips squirmed against his hand, Victoria managed to maintain eye contact. Her eyes darkened with dilated pupils, staring defiantly back at him, until her body hitched. “Johnny,” she pleaded.

She was on edge and her grip on his cock was slipping. His name was on her lips, begging for release, and he sped up his pace. John moved over her, swallowing each plaintive moan that escaped her mouth. His hand stayed between them, working feverishly as their kiss intensified. Her hands left his shaft and seized the back of his head. John loved it when she went right for his hair. He imagined that he had grown it out just for her to rake her fingers through it. No sense in leaving my hair in a bun when I meet with her.

“J-Johnny...” Victoria whispered, breaking away from his lips.

“Ride it, honey.”

“I’m—I’m—” Her eyes squeezed shut as her hands tightened on the back of his neck. “Oh god.” He felt primal pleasure sweep through her body as she clenched around him. Her thighs shook as she arched against his chest. The skin-to-skin heat building between them sent of jolt of electricity to John’s heart. Victoria wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly as she rode a warm wave of bliss. “Johnny,” she sighed. The sound was so sweet to his ears, he took her by the thighs and lifted her from the table, raising her to his eye-level.

“Did you come?” he asked, panting against her cheek.