Reciprocate.

She's so beautiful, and so cute right now, so out of her element. Her face is bright pink with embarrassment. She's refusing to look at you, she picks up some papers from your desk and tidies them for no good reason.
"So, um...thank you very much for the loan and.... I'm sorry for... bother..ing..." she stops when you reach her, and she turns at the feeling of your closeness, looking up at you over the tops of her glasses. She's breathing heavily, and her hands go to your hips by instinct.
"You're welcome." You grab her glasses, tossing them aside, and then kiss her. She whimpers and melts at the heat of your touch. Her arms snake around your back, and she returns your kiss with a fierce one of her own.
"James...." her whisper is a ****. You grab her squeezable ass, lifting her to sit on the desk, and then kiss her some more.
Her hands are exploring your body, running up inside your shirt to grab your pecs and dig her fingers into your muscular back.
You break the kiss after about a minute, and look into her eyes. She's lost in you right now.
"It was no bother." You stroke her cheeks with both hands as you cup her face. "I didn't realize it until today, but I really like seeing your face."
Kayla's face contorts with joy and embarrassment and several other emotions at the compliment. "My..face, right?" She smiles. "You're sure that's what you meant to say, James?"
Her skirt is riding up, and you can see the edge of her panties, stark black against her creamy thighs.
"Yeah. It's my favorite part." You kiss her again, briefly this time.
"What are we doing?" her breath catches as your mouth trails to her earlobe, then under her cheek to her neck, kissing and nibbling as you go.
"I don't really know..." you admit freely. You don't really know what's happening right now, but you realize that this has been building inside you for a long time, ever since you accidentally walked into this office five years ago and saw Kayla riding your dad's cock.
"Do..." she swallows, and continues... "...should we move to the couch?" It's question, but you can hear a hunger in her voice.