The Eyes Have It

Hannibal watched Julie's face for any sign of fear or regret. He saw nothing but desire in her eyes. He slid his hand to the back of her neck, gripping it tightly. She let her legs fall open like an invitation to him. He kissed her, gently at first. Letting his lips explore her's. They were soft and yielding. They melted into his. She seemed to come alive when he kissed her. He felt her like a dark force slipping into his veins. Intoxicating and destructive. He felt her hands at his belt, he moaned when he felt her fingers slide around his already hard sex. Julie wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him inside her. Hannibal laid her back on his desk with his arm cradling her head and the other gripping the edge of the desk. She was like a vice around him. Pulsing and dripping. He thrust into her using the desk as leverage. Papers fell to the floor as the sturdy desk shook under their weight. He railed against her. She writhed and moaned beneath him. Begging for more. Hannibal ripped open his shirt to expose her full breasts high and bouncing with every thrust. She tightened around him shaking with pleasure, her nails digging into his chest. Hannibal lost control. Everything went white as the orgasm ripped through him like a hurricane. He leaned forward, resting his head on Julie's chest. He could hear her heartbeat, it sang to him. She ran her hands through his hair. They both were still and silently contemplating what they had done.