I walk over towards where Grace is standing near my office door and grab her arm, gently, spinning her to face me. “What’s a few more minutes?”

I give her my infamous smile—some have called it “cocky”—trying to get her to give me one in return.

I place my hands on either side of her head and gently touch my lips to hers. She hesitates at first but then throws her entire body into it. It’s like a switch has flipped on in her body. She kisses me with vigor and I can’t help but feel myself getting hard.

I push her over toward the couch on the other side of the office and lay her down on it. I hold my weight above her and begin kissing her more passionately. I hear her moan softly at every touch I give her.

I trail my tongue down her neck and she giggles at the sensation. I bring my head up towards hers again and kiss her on the lips. She drags her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer to her. Her hands are everywhere on my body and I’m anxious to move things along.

I begin pulling up her skirt but she puts a hand up to stop me.

“Wait, we can’t,” she says, out of breath.

She moves from underneath me and I can’t help but feel disappointed.

“Why not? Do you not want to?” I ask.

My hands are still on her skirt but I don’t move them any further.

“I know you’re a virgin but I promise I’ll be gentle,” I assure her. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

“It’s not that,” she says and pulls her body further away from me. I sit up on the couch and look at her, curious. “Well, it is and it isn’t.”

“What else is it about?” I ask, not having a single clear notion as to what she could be referring to. Most women don’t hesitate to be with me. But this girl, she’s something else entirely. I both love and fucking hate that she makes me give her such a chase.

“Why not? We’re both adults.” I stroke my fingers along her arms and she watches the motion with her eyes. I bite my lip, desperate to touch her more.

“I can’t be with you because this is a sin. God doesn’t want us to do this.”

I stare at her in disbelief. I knew she was a virgin but I didn’t think that religion was the reason why. In fact, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. She certainly doesn’t seem like the religious type. But I guess there are a lot of things about her I don’t know, but want to get to know—they fascinate me. At the same time, part of me feels I’ve known her my entire life, and I feel deep down that she isn’t very religious.

“Is that why you’re a virgin? Are you saving yourself?” I honestly didn’t think there were women out there who still did that. It’s not like they can’t explore their own sexual desires. Every woman I’ve known has been more than willing to do so.

She nods silently at me, her cheeks getting red in embarrassment. I desperately want to comfort her but she might take my reaching towards her the wrong way.

“I didn’t know that,” I say, looking around towards the bookcase, avoiding her eyes. “So, what do we do?” I ask, hoping there’s going to be a satisfying answer.

“I can’t have sex with you,” she says, causing me to look at her. I immediately recognize a golden opportunity and I’m hoping she’s willing to take it with me.

“You know, there’s plenty we can do that doesn’t involve penetration. Just like we’ve already done. You can still remain…intact,” I say, slowly and carefully, as not to offend her. I hope my offer of a solution is satisfying for the both of us.

She looks up at me, her eyes narrowing, but she doesn’t get up from the couch. She remains where she is and continues to stare.

“Please, let me eat your pussy,” I say, wanting nothing more than my tongue on her most intimate body parts. “It will be entirely for your pleasure, I promise.”

I watch as the thoughts run through her head and she narrows her eyes again, coming to a conclusion. “Okay,” she says and slides her body closer to mine. I hike her skirt up above her waist and pull her panties off in one fluid movement.

I gaze at her exposed pussy and smile, pleased with what I see. I run a finger along the inside of her thigh, knowing full well that it will get her going. She instinctually raises her hips toward my face and I take in the scent of her.

I run my hands along her thighs and toward her soft buttocks. I squeeze her ass gently, bringing her glorious pussy closer. I look up and a layer of sweat and anticipation has broken out against her forehead. I spread her legs wider and then gently lick her lips. She tightens immediately at the touch but doesn’t stop me.

I lick her gently again and again, moving my tongue faster with each movement. I watch as she becomes wet with desire and the mere fact that I’ve turned her on makes me extremely hard. She moans softly and her hips begin moving again. I trail one finger along her lips and she shrieks loudly. I take this as encouragement to continue.

I move my finger up towards her clit and tap it softly with just the tip of my finger. She immediately closes her legs in response, her thighs tight against my head. I remove my finger from her clit and replace it with my tongue. Her response is immediate. I continue sucking as I feel her reach climax.

Her body begins to tense, both of us waiting in anticipation for her orgasm to come full circle. As I suck on her clit with vigor, her body spasms and she emits an extremely cute squeal. Her squeal becomes a full-on scream as she reaches her finish, her pussy lips dripping with cum. I lick any remaining juices from her body, enjoying the taste of her. I sit back, a smile wide on my face, impressed by my accomplishments.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and look up at Grace. She’s breathing heavily and has a wide grin on her face; one hand is flung over her eyes.

“Good thing no one was around to hear that,” she says, and I can’t help but agree with her.

I hadn’t expected her to be a screamer. It was a pleasant surprise. And yet another clue that she’s not as religious as she’s pretending to be, for whatever reason that may be.

“I know that you were hesitant about us doing anything,” I say, getting up from the couch and handing Grace her panties. “And I understand that. So, from now on I’ll respect that and not try and pursue anything further with you until you say otherwise.”

Even as I say it, I’m not sure I believe it. I do respect her, of course, but I am also a man with incredible desire and a strong libido. A man used to taking what I want. And all I have wanted since I met Grace is to bend her over and have my way with her. I can’t help but try whatever I can to achieve my goal of fucking her wet, tight little pussy.

Grace slide her panties on and pulls her skirt all the way down. She gives me an intriguing look. I’m not sure what she’s thinking.

“I appreciate that and I think that’s wise,” she says, coming over to me. “I don’t need any more guilt or shame for feeling this way. I think it’s best that we don’t take things further.”

She gets up from the couch and composes herself, sliding a hand down her wrinkled blouse. She sighs, knowing that there’s nothing she can do to eliminate the wrinkles.

I nod my head at her and I place her coat in her hands. I help her put it on, careful not to inhale the lovely scent of sex coming off her. That will only make me want her even more than I already do—if that’s even possible—and will continue to drive me fucking insane.