I opened my eyes, which apparently I had closed at some point, probably when she lifted up my skirt. But it was a good thing I opened them again, because I got to witness Lily reaching underneath her own skirt, and...rummaging around in there for a second, before bringing her hand out again. She grabbed the base of my cock again, this time semi-lubed with her own release.

She looked up at me and laughed a little. Probably because the look on my face was likely...something.

“Better than spit,” she said.

“That it is,” I concurred.

“Shut up,” she said, blushing suddenly, and for some reason it was that blush that made me remember we were in my fucking office. Holy shit.

I forgot again two seconds later. Because she reached her other hand into my hair and brought me down to kiss her as she rubbed me to oblivion. And that mouth. Those hands. That tongue, that—

“Lily,” I broke away. It was getting to be too much, so fast. So fucking dirty and good. I felt out of my mind. “What’s your last name?”

“Fischer,” she huffed, looking down in concentration.

I was able to get out, “I missed you, too, Lily Marie Fischer,” before—

“Oh fuck. Wait. Fuck.” I gripped her hand, stopping her. She gave me a quizzical look. I had to pant a few times before I was able to explain. “Don’t,” huff, “want to ruin,” huff, “the sweater.”

It occurred to me later that I could have just taken off the damn sweater, but it was fine. Because with a smile, Lily sunk to her knees instead, and then I wasn’t able to form words. To be honest, her mouth had barely even covered the head of my cock when I exploded. I didn’t need a shirt to scream into—my entire system always seemed to freeze when I came and I could only get out the faintest groans; I was slightly jealous of Lily’s ability to make such a joyful sound—but it seemed to last forever. I felt almost bad. But Lily appeared to be doing just fine. She leaned her head against my thigh when I was done, and we both took a breather.

I really had missed her, I realized. I had spent every day since she’d left my apartment convincing myself I didn’t. I tried so hard I believed myself. But now that she was here, it was like rediscovering something I had held once, however briefly, that made me feel so very light, so full of joy. Something my entire being had been longing to find. And I wasn’t going to let go this time.

I pulled up the leggings, readjusted my skirt. Lily stood to meet me again. I glanced at her.

“Um.” I hesitated. “We’re probably doing things a little backwards here, but...would you want to get dinner with me tonight?”