He made her yelp in surprise when he pulled her hands open, then grabbed the sleeves and yanked them down. A wave of heat flowed through her as the buttons popped and he tore the blouse from her hands, throwing it across the room.
His lips left hers, sliding along her cheek, then found her neck.
Miranda whimpered in pleasure as he sucked on her tender flesh, and let her head fall back, giving him better access. She loved the way her long hair felt caressing her bare back, but not as much as the way his hands felt as he encircled her waist, his rough palms on the small of her back.
Miranda grabbed the bottom of his shirt, yanking it up, and he lifted his arms, easing his head back so she could pull it over his head. Before she’d even tossed it aside his lips were back on hers, his tongue invading her mouth.
Her hands went to his chest, caressing it, her nails teasing along his skin. Tristan’s hands were on the move as well, sliding up and down the smooth soft skin of her back, over her shoulders and up into her hair.
His right hand slid down the middle of her back and gripped her bra. Her pussy gushed and she moaned deep in her throat when he expertly popped her bra open, and she felt the cups slide partway down her breasts.
“Oh, easy,” she moaned as he sucked hard on her neck. “No marks,” he obediently went back to gently nibbling, his soft lips caressing her while the sharp scruff of his chin scratched her in their wake.
“Thought you didn’t want it easy?” he reminded her; his breath hot on her neck.
“Hmm, you do pay attention in class,” she breathed as her hands explored his rock hard stomach. “You’re right, you do whatever you want, leave marks, make me remember this!”
He sucked hard enough on her neck to make her whimper and grind her hips into his. He pulled her bra straps down over her shoulders and Miranda eased her arms up, working them out of the straps.
Tristan grabbed the middle of her bra and yanked it away. With a giggle, Miranda immediately pressed against him, keeping him from seeing her tits.
“Tease,” he whispered, but once again encircled her waist and crushed her against him.
His lips left her neck and found hers. Miranda sighed as they kissed with an intensity she hadn’t experienced in years. She moved side to side in his grasp, pressing her soft breasts to his hard body, her nipples poking into him.
She ran her hands along his broad back, admiring the feeling of his muscles beneath his skin. She curled her hands, and he hissed into their kiss when she raked them down his back.
Miranda ran her hands back up to his shoulders and repeated the move and this time he responded with his hands going down her sides and grabbing the hem of her skirt. He pulled it up, then slipped his hands under it.
He spread his arms, and she cried out when he brought them back in, his hands catching the sides of her cheeks with a sharp slap. He grabbed the bottom of her ass and squeezed them hard, making her moan.
His right hand left her ass, and she gasped when he caught the end of her long hair and yanked her head back. His lips fastened to front of her neck, and she dug her nails into his shoulders as he sucked hard on the soft hollow of her throat.
He pulled her head back further and Miranda went off balance, taking a couple of steps backwards. When her ass hit the edge of her desk, he released her hair, gripped the backs of her thighs and effortlessly lifted her off the floor.
He sat her down on the desk, and before she could react his hands flashed upwards, catching her forearms, and pushing them away from them. Damn he was strong! The thought burned through her lust crazed mind as he continued to force her arms back and down.
Her palms met the desk, then her elbows as he leaned over her. All along his lips and tongue worked her neck, but he removed them to lean back. His eyes dropped to her now exposed breasts and without hesitation, he lowered his head and sucked her right nipple between his lips.
“Yes!” Miranda groaned as he cupped both her breasts, his tongue now circling her aching nipple.
She pushed herself up to a sitting position, her right hand in his thick hair, her left gripping his left shoulder. Tristan switched to sucking on her other nipple while rolling the one he’d been sucking between his fingers.
He gave her an unexpected pinch that made her yelp but had her squirming on the desk as he quickly pressed his lips to it, kissing it better. He pressed his face between her breasts and vigorously shook it back and forth, slapping the sides of his face with her heavy tits.
“Sorry,” he grinned up at her. “I heard a couple of other guys say they’d love to motorboat your tits, so I had to try.”
“Boys will be boys,” she sighed, “Now get back to sucking, you’re not getting an A for burying anything between my tits except your cock.”
“Damn,” he blinked, making her feel quite pleased with herself she could catch him off guard. “Yes, Ma’am!”
He opened wide and sucked not only her nipple, but as much of her left breast as he could fit in his mouth. Miranda’s fingers clenched, her nails raking his scalp and doing into his shoulder as he sucked harder on her tender flesh.
When he released it with a smack of his lips, he shocked her by giving her tit a sharp slap. It wasn’t much more than a flick of his wrist, but it strung and caused her tit to jiggle.
It also sent an electric mix of pain laced pleasure through her, and when he slapped her other breast, the feeling was far more of the latter.
“Bad boy,” she whispered, then sighed when he now gently kissed and licked each of her nipples.
He sucked on each in turn, now taking his time, holding and fondling her breasts while he continued to please them. Miranda watched his tongue flutter over her swollen nub, and a surreal feeling came over her.
Was this real? Her topless on the edge of her desk while Tristan sucked her tits? It felt damn real and when he released her breasts and his hands dropped to her calves, then slowly ran up along her legs, the wet surge between them was damned convincing.
She shamelessly opened her legs further as his caress went from the outside of her leg to her inner thighs. His hands pushed up her skirt, his rough palms sliding against the soft flesh of her lush upper thighs.
When his finger grazed her pussy through her panties, her entire body jerked as if she’d been shocked, and she couldn’t hold back a high pitched whimper.
“Jesus, you’re soaked through,” he marveled while speaking around her left nipple. “Thought that only happened in movies.”
Her reply was another pathetic whine of pleasure when he pressed two fingers against her, pushing the material between her wet lips. He rubbed up and down, and when he met her clit, her hips jerked and her legs kicked along side him.
“Fuck,” she breathed as he kept his fingers there and moved them in a slow circle. “That feels so good, I…” she moaned, and her eyes rolled back when he slipped his fingers beneath her panties.
“Ohhh!” she gasped when he boldly introduced his finger inside her.
“God, you’re so fucking wet!” he exclaimed over her moans as he gently pumped his fingers inside her.
“Put another one in,” Miranda instructed, then moaned when he did.