His hands sifted through her hair. Just touching the strands sent the scent of berries into the air around them. The way her eyes seemed to glow in the low light made him tighten his grip in her hair.
When she leaned over him, he spread his legs wider, giving her room to do what came next. Her small hands played at his zipper, teasing him as she licked her lips. His cock grew harder, pressing into the fabric as she trailed her fingers over it slowly.
Just when he thought he’d lose it, she released the zipper, pulling his cock from its confines. There was no more teasing after that, only the wet grip of her mouth and the slide of her tongue.
She fondled his balls, kneading and rolling them as she bobbed up and down. He let her lead, but then the urge to use her mouth exactly like he wanted overtook his desire. Both hands found their way into her hair. Her little moan spurred him on.
The elevator jolted beneath Anne’s feet, pulling her from the book she was reading. It always did that right before her floor. Usually she braced for it, but had been too engrossed to prepare.
Putting the book back in her bag just as the elevator gave a ding and the doors slid open to her floor. She’d save the rest of that delicious read for after work.