I remembered what I told her yesterday in the hallway

I slid my right hand out from under hers, and she lightly gasped when the hard nipple of her left breast raked across my hand. She had been tightly holding her hand against mine, and it trembled as I pulled away to slide my fingers around her to her upper back.

I leaned in and kissed her abdomen, planting soft kisses against her ribcage under her left breast. My nose touched the side of her pinky as my left hand squeezed her right breast, and she let out a quick exhale through her parted lips. Her hand resisted the persistence of my nose as it nudged at her hand. I smiled as I playfully licked at her skin, then closed my lips against her abdomen and kissed her again.

The quiet, soft sounds she made as she covered her breast let me know she was nervous. Ashamed. She had nothing to be ashamed of. I loved small tits. And I wanted to let her know. I nudged at the side of her pinky with my nose as I suddenly sucked my lips against the soft, smooth, warm skin that covered her ribs just under her left breast. With a very quiet, frustrated exhaled breath, the grip she had on her breast loosened.

It was just enough for my persistent nose to pry under, and in one smooth motion I gently **** my cheek under her hand as my mouth slid across the skin of her breast. My parted lips found her hard no pole and softly latched on. Her gasp was louder than she’d intended, and made me smile, softly humming as the thrill of success instantly coursed through me.

She let out a series of nervous moans, each sharp and stifled, as if she were scared to let them out. Ashamed to let her body enjoy it. Her nipple didn’t share her embarrassment, however, and proudly hardened between my lips as I sucked, flicking my the tip of my tongue against the soft flesh.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, my right hand softly caressing the skin of her back while pulling her to me, letting her know how much I wanted it. Wanted her. I would have devoured her if given the chance.

She squirmed under my mouth in the most adorable way, uneasily and reluctantly enjoying the service my suckling lips provided. The hand that a few moments ago held onto her breast so tightly now finally, cautiously, timidly came to rest on my head. Only for a moment though, as if touching me caused a static shock, making her pull her hand away quickly. Like she forgot she’s not supposed to like this. Not allowed to. I was proud of her for daring to let her previously unwilling guard down, if only for that brief moment.

The fight in her was losing.

Her body, winning.

I hummed as I suckled her, my hand sliding up and down her back while the other slid down and nestled itself in the crotch of her jeans. She made a noise, but it was brief. A sharp, startled noise that flowed into the breath exhale as my fingers began to rub her pussy through her jeans.

Her hand reacted a second too late though, and I knew she was letting it happen. However **** she was, or pretended to be, that wall was eroding like sand on the beach. Each rub of my hand, each day that I did it, gradually was training her body to allow it. To accept it. To move the boundary back and reset it as the new line to be crossed. Okay, there, but not any further.

I slid my hand up to her belly, and let my fingertips just barely slip inside the front waistband of her jeans. She inhaled and sucked her tummy in like it tickled, holding her breath as she softly shuddered. I sucked hard on her nipple and she tensed up, yet made no move to stop me or even pull my mouth away. My right hand reached around and joined my left as both sets of fingers went to work on the button of her jeans.

She quietly and deeply exhaled now, at once remembering what I told her yesterday when I walked down that hallway. I felt the struggle inside her, as well as her fingers’ lazy attempt to stop me when her hand shot down to mine. Her other hand remained between my legs, softly cradling the thick, warm meat inside my jeans.

“Rub it,” I gently said, then planted a long, warm lick against her nipple, before ever so lightly raking it against my teeth as I sucked in between my lips again. She hesitated, as with all things, **** to follow my Directions.

My fingers succeeded in unzipping her jeans, and my hands slid to her hips to gently pull her butt off the desk. Her legs wavered as I let her nipple out of my mouth with a soft pop, and she quickly covered both tits with her hands. I leaned back and looked at her, smiling as I let out an anticipatory breath. I wanted to see her naked in the worst way, and groaned softly as my dick flexed inside my jeans. I knew I’d have to wait for that.

She gasped as I roughly tugged her jeans and white, cotton panties down her hips, and tried to squirm out of it, but wouldn’t lower her hands, protecting the modesty of her chest at the cost of her lower half. Left hand, right hand, left hand, right hand. Down. Down. Down. Down. I knelt down as I peeled her jeans and panties down to just below her knees, then placed soft, gentle kisses along her leg as I stood back up.

“Lay back,” I said, my hands on her ass as I easily lifted her onto her desk. She finally made eye contact with me, something I’d been hoping for. Her right arm was across her chest to cover her breasts, and her left just kind of hung there, not knowing what to do. I gently grabbed her wrist and put her arm behind her back, easily fighting her momentary resistance. I pinned the back of her hand to her lower back and leaned in, pressing my lips to hers as the fingers of my left hand touched her bare pussy. She gasped, inhaling sharply through her nose, and squeaked that timid, nervous, high-pitched sound I loved to hear.

Her back arched a bit as my fingers slowly rubbed her pussy lips. She was so warm down there. It felt heavenly. Velvety smooth. I brought my fingers up to my lips and sucked on them, making sure she saw me do it. I pulled them out and licked my lips, then kissed her again, parting her trembling lips with my tongue.

She hesitated for a few moments, but when my fingers touched her pussy again I felt her tongue touch mine. And that was all it took. My lips attacked hers as my tongue slid deep inside her mouth. She inhaled deeply and submissively let me kiss and fondle her, her left hand pinned firmly against her back.

She quietly moaned into my mouth, trying her hardest to fight back the pleasure my fingers were teasing out of her. My tongue did the rest, licking hers as my lips sucked and kissed hers. Her breaths came out fast through her nose, her body once again melting for me, preparing itself for the inevitable. My dick was straining inside my jeans, but it would have to wait.

I broke the kiss and let go of her wrist behind her back, my hand now at the back of her head as my fingers weaved through her hair, holding her head. My fingers slid inside her pussy and she inhaled loudly, but couldn’t keep from letting a high-pitched hum escape her soft lips. I leaned in closed to her ear as I gently gripped her hair, and whispered.

“I’m gonna eat you until you cum.”