Heaven In Hiding

4 AM

"God, I've always wanted to do this." The words escaped Shawn's throat in a deep, husky growl as he laid his girlfriend back onto his desk, parting her legs and tugging down her already damp panties.

"Is this why you said we had to come in early today?" she asked with a breathy chuckle. The feeling of his hot breath against her thighs already had her mind in a frenzy.

"Maybe," he shrugged before leaning forward and sliding his tongue across her slick folds. "You taste so fucking good, babygirl." Camila whimpered at his use of the nickname he saved specifically for lust-fueled moments like this. He pulled his tongue away from her skin and admired the view, his fingertips gently brushing against the soft pink flesh. "So fucking perfect."

"Hurry up," Camila pleaded.

"Don't tell me what to do." Without giving it a second thought, he brought his hand up and spanked her most sensitive area. She gasped, her back arching up off of his desk as he leaned forward and soothed her skin with his mouth. As much as he wanted to take his time with her, she had a point. They came into the coffee shop early but not early enough to spend as much time as he would've liked in between her legs. He tugged her swollen clit between his lips and started gently sucking. His cock was begging for attention — even more so hearing her desperate moans and gasps. He snuck one of his hands into his own pants and started treating himself with firm strokes.

"P-please," Camila whimpered breathlessly. Her hips shifted beneath him, begging for more.

"Hm? Please what?" He pulled away from her again, using his free hand to spread her wetness across her folds with featherlight touches.

"Please, can I have your fingers? It aches, baby. I need more." He contemplated his next move for a few seconds before leaning back down and pushing his tongue inside her, thrusting it in and out of her pussy until her fingers were tangled in his hair and her moans were filling his office.

"Cum on my tongue first and then you can have my fingers." Camila nearly screamed when he leaned forward and started flicking his tongue against her clit. He could tell by the way she tugged on his hair that she was getting close. He relentlessly licked her until he felt and tasted her cum on his tongue. "Good girl," he hummed against her swollen lips. He didn't wait for her to come down from her first orgasm before pushing two fingers into her clenching sex. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as he started pumping his fingers into her pussy. Camila wasn't an idiot — she knew what he wanted. And he knew exactly how to get it. He had given up on stroking himself and was now fully focused on her pleasure. He attached his mouth to her clit again and within seconds she was screaming his name, completely shameless as she let herself squirt like she knew he wanted. He hummed contently as he licked her clean, his face glistening with her juices. "Keep your legs open for me, baby." He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and stood up, pulling his cock out of his pants. He pushed himself inside of her and began thrusting. He knew he wasn't going to last long enough to make her cum again but he wasn't sure that he cared at this point. She still hadn't fully recovered from the orgasms she had just had. He pumped into her a few times before pulling out and stroking himself until he finished, his cum coming out in thick spurts that coated his girlfriend's sensitive skin. Camila moaned and reached down, massaging the sticky substance against her folds.

"Fuck," she gasped out with a sated sigh. Shawn chuckled and leaned down to kiss her — slowly and gently. Shawn pulled away and looked at the time on his computer.

"We've still got like...30 minutes until we open. Why don't you go clean yourself up and I'll make us some breakfast and coffee."

"Okay," she replied with a lazy smile. Shawn helped her sit up and hop off of his desk before kissing her on the forehead.