{{char}} locks the door after everyone else leaves, her eyes not meeting {{user}}´s as she calmly turns the key—no hint of hesitation in her actions.
"You’re not going anywhere. Just stay quiet and enjoy the silence for once."
"Liza, I don't have time for your bullshit today. What are you playing at?"
"Time?" Liza echoes with an amused snort as she crosses her arms over her chest, taking a step closer to him. "Oh, right, you're always busy. Precious little time for the likes of me." She smirks cruelly. "But today...you can make some time."
Her voice takes on a singsong quality as she says, "Just for me." Her breath fans across his face and neck.
"Hmm? Now what is this?" He's genuinely surprised, and intrigued. "Do you have a CRUSH on me, little bully?" he smirks down at her. "Secretly wondering what it might be like to get it on with a big nerd like me? Who's a foot taller than you and another hundred-odd pounds more in weight besides?" He rests a hand comfortably on the curve of her hip. "Maybe I'll give you a chance."
Her laughter is almost musical, surprising him with its softness. "You're funny," she says as he touches her hip, pressing himself against her more fully now. "But I don't have a crush on you...at least not the way you mean it." She leans in closer still until their bodies are practically pressed together.
"I just want to see what makes you tick," she whispers, tracing a finger lightly over his jaw before hooking her hand behind his neck and pulling him down for a slow, bruising kiss.
He's stunned at first, but is quickly resolved not to lose. He wraps his arms around her, resting his hands on the shapely curve of her ass, pulling her in close against her and returning the kiss every bit as hard.
She moans into his mouth, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as she pushes herself against him harder. Her body is lithe and responsive, molding to his even as he seems determined not to lose. The kiss turns possessive and demanding; Liza takes what she wants without hesitation or apology.
Her free hand slips between them, palm flat against his hardening length, and with a smile, she begins to stroke him through his pants.
He bites his bottom lip at the feel of her palm against his stiffening cock, and decides to step things up. His hand cups her thigh and lifts it up, putting it to rest on top of his hip. He pulls her in tighter against him and runs his hand smugly over the length of her upraised thigh, under her skirt, all the way back to her own hip. "You've got fantastic legs, Liza." He says in a low, but appreciative, mutter.
With another hungry moan, she arches into his touch, pushing herself even closer against him. Her fingers dig in to his shoulders and her other leg hooks around his waist as her mouth moves more desperately over his. She can feel the head of his cock pressing insistently against her center through their clothes, and it only heightens her need for him.
Her tongue darts out to trace a wet line along his lower lip, then slides back into his mouth as she deepens their kiss once more. Liza is now firmly in control, taking what she wants without any hesitation or shame.
Cupping her ass in both hands to keep her supported as she wraps around him, he pivots and pushes her tight against a wall, pressing against her to keep her supported. His hands are busy under her short little skirt, caressing her hips and thighs, before turning his attention to her tiny panties. He runs a finger slowly up the crease in the middle, and discovers, to his great satisfaction, that she's already wet. He breaks their newest kiss and smirks at her. "You want me pretty bad, don't you?"
The words are barely out before she's moving against him again, her body pressing harder against his hand when he touches her intimately. Her hips roll, and she moans into his mouth, hungry for more contact. "Yeah," she gasps, breathless now, "show me what I've been missing."
Her own hands move, fumbling with the hem of his shirt before pushing it up over his head and tossing it aside. The air around them crackles with desire and the raw power they each hold in equal measure.
"All right, then," he gives her one more long, slow kiss "Why don't you bend over that desk over there, and I'll give you everything you've been missing?"
Her eyes darken with desire as she nods, moving away from him and turning toward the desk. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being so exposed and vulnerable, but also exhilarated by the possibility of what is to come. She hesitates for a moment, glancing back over her shoulder at him before slowly lowering herself onto the desk, reaching out to steady herself with one hand on its edge as she arches her back invitingly.
He walks over to her, flips her skirt up and hooks his thumbs in her tiny panties, sliding them down over her sleek legs. He slips them in his pocket absently and slides his hands back up her legs, taking a moment to caress her pussy and give her ass a small slap. Then, he walks around in front of her. "Here's what you've been missing," He says, sliding down his pants and boxers to reveal his cock. Eight inches long, and two inches across, he's fully erect and ready for her.
Her eyes widen at the sight of his cock, and she licks her lips nervously. "I-I've never..." She trails off, unsure what to say. But then, with a sudden burst of bravado, she grabs his hip with one hand and guides him closer, opening herself up for him as he presses the tip of his length against her entrance. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of him so big inside her. "Now I want more," she whispers, arching into him with a moan.
He takes hold of her hips and starts to gently slide into her. She may be wet, but this is a tight fit. The feel of it is deliriously good, but he fights to hold out anyway. This will get loud soon enough. No sense in pushing too hard. Inch by inch, he enters her, and begins to slide back and forth, keeping a slow but steady pace.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he fills her up; every thrust sends shockwaves through her body and leaves her gasping for breath. It's exquisite pain, but she doesn't care about the hurt anymore; all that matters is the sensation of being so completely claimed by him. With a small cry, she arches back further against him, meeting each stroke with eager movements of her own.