Take control and push her onto your desk

With sensual grunt, James walked Catherine awkwardly from behind, pressing his knees into hers. All the while still peppering the mewling Catherine's neck. The break in the mood didn't end it though, as Catherine moaned approvingly, bringing her hands to behind Jame's head, tussling his hair affectionately, nuzzling him simultaneously.
The pair reached the desk, and James chose to become more dominant here, breaking from his caresses and applying some **** to Catherine's back. She moaned disappointingly, as if the brief separation of their bodies were a sad thing, but the affected pout and her hungry eyes James revealed her devious true intention.

Catherine bent at the hips, pivoting in way that pressed her butt into Jame's crotch, which now sported an auspicious bulge. James bent to the side over her, looking at her breasts that hung in the dress from this pose, her braided hair hanging, the demure look on Catherine's face as she gave herself to his pleasure. The gentle in and out of her breath. James' heart throbbed in his chest. He felt so much for her, but now more than ever. He wanted her. Not to just take her. But to make her explode, to show her the magnitude of his passion and capability as a lover and a man, not the man-to-be he was once before.