I slowly pulled up the fabric of her black skirt to her waist, exposing her languid body again. I knelt between her legs that remained open on the desk, placed my hands under the damp flesh of her ass to lift her slightly, and brought my mouth closer.
The tip of my tongue first brushed her clit, a light and fleeting contact. "Hiip!" She jolted, her whole body shuddering.
I did it again, more firmly this time, drawing slow and firm circles around the small sensitive organ. "Mmmh... yes..." she murmured, her fingers loosely closing in my hair.
I licked the full length of her slit in one wide, flat stroke of the tongue, from perineum to mound, tasting the salty and musky mix of our bodies. Then I focused again on her clit: I sucked it gently between my lips, pinched it lightly, then lapped at it with quick, flat movements of my tongue, before slowing to a languid rhythm.
"Ah... ah... Aaah, I'm going to..." Her moans became higher-pitched, more urgent. Her grip on my hair tightened. "Don't stop... please, don't stop."
I lifted my head. My erection was stiff and painful, the skin of my shaft stretched to the extreme and glistening with sweat against her damp belly. Mei noticed it immediately. Her hazel irises dilated, darkening her gaze.
One of the things I was proud of was my powerful veiny dragon.
"It's... It's. HMM... SO BIG! Let me... let me help you relieve yourself..." she murmured, her voice choppy from her still-short breath.
"Hmmm... Okay." I managed to nod, the muscles in my neck stiff.
We staggered over to the small worn leather couch in the office. I collapsed onto it, spreading my legs wide; she slid down to her knees between them, her skirt still bunched messily at her hips and her blouse wide open. The pale flesh of her breasts swayed freely with her movements, her nipples rubbing against the cold leather of the couch.
Her right hand rose, trembling from fatigue or excitement, and closed around my shaft. Her palm was warm and slightly damp. She squeezed gently, then began a slow up-and-down, the skin of my shaft sliding under hers. Immediately, a drop of clear, viscous pre-cum beaded at the tip of the glans.
"Mmmph..." she groaned while watching it.
She spread the fluid with the pad of her thumb, covering the entire length with a thin shiny film. Then she leaned forward, the scent of her own sex and my sweat rising up to me.
The warm, wet tip of her tongue first touched the slit of my glans, a timid and quick contact.
"Haaah..." I let out a deep groan, my abs contracting.
"No teeth, baby..." I reminded her, my voice low and tense. "Open wide. Pretend you're sucking a very hot popsicle, but softer."
She nodded, her chestnut strands brushing my thighs. "Okay... like this?"
She opened her mouth wide, her lips closing around the glans in a tight seal, and placed her flat tongue against the sensitive underside. She descended slowly, the pressure of her mouth gradually increasing, until she had swallowed about half my length. A bit of saliva dripped from the corner of her lips.
I placed my hand in her hair, gently guiding the rhythm. "There... that's good. Now come back up a little... and swirl your tongue around, yes, right there..."
"Hmm-hmm," she made, the vibration of her hum resonating pleasantly.
She gradually sped up, the movement of her right hand following her mouth in a synchronized back-and-forth, while her left hand settled under my balls and massaged them with gentle circular pressure. The wet sucking sounds and panting breaths filled the small room.
"Ah...!" My hips lifted involuntarily from the couch, my fingers clenching in her hair. "Keep going... like that..."
...
We eventually settled more comfortably: I lay almost flat on the couch, the cold leather against my bare back. She climbed on top of me, straddling, the weight of her hips sinking into mine. Her skirt was still hiked up to her waist, her black lace panties simply pushed aside. She took my shaft in a damp hand and slowly impaled herself on it, letting it penetrate centimeter by centimeter into her still-pulsing sex.
"Haaaaa..." A long, hoarse sigh escaped us both at the same time.
She began to move, her hips describing slow circles, the flesh of her thighs contracting. Her breasts bounced in front of my eyes. I grabbed them with both hands, feeling the texture of her wrinkled areolas under my palms, and firmly pinched her nipples between my fingers.
"Ouch! Mmmh..." She bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowing slightly.
I looked at her, still buried inside her, the hot air of our mingled breaths forming a light cloud of condensation in the cold room. "You're so deep inside me," she panted, her words broken.
And suddenly, the floor shook. A first vibration, weak, passed through the floor.
"Huh? It's shaking!?" I blurted out, interrupting my movement.
Mei smiled, her breath short, drops of sweat beading on her temples. "Hehe... It's me, darling... I'm shaking in your arms..."
"No, wait. It's not you."
A more violent, sudden jolt made the couch sway. I pulled her hard against my chest and sprang up, sliding her off me with a wet suction sound.
"Stop! Stop everything!"
"Kylian, what are you... Aaah!"
I pulled out of her hurriedly. I zipped up my jeans quickly while she, with trembling hands, tried to button her blouse back up.
"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" she growled, her voice high with frustration.
"It's not what you think, I feel like it's an..."
*Boom*
A huge jolt made me lose my balance. I stumbled forward and my right temple hit the sharp corner of the massive wooden desk.
"Aaaargh! Fucking hell! That hurts like a bitch!"
I brought my hand to my head and pulled it back covered in blood that was starting to run down my forehead, dripping onto the floor.
"Kylian! Your forehead! It's an earthquake!" she shouted, her annoyance replaced by panic, her wide eyes fixed on the wound.
"Yeah... Yeah, looks like it." The room was now visibly swaying.
I grabbed her by the wrist, "Come here, now!"
We threw ourselves to the ground; I pushed her under the massive desk, feeling dust and small debris falling from the ceiling. I slid in behind her, my body enveloping hers, my arms and chest forming a shelter over her head and shoulders.
I honestly wanted to hide under the desk. But it would be too humiliating to leave her.
Outside, the piercing screams of students, the metallic clatter of things falling over, and the deep buzz of vibrating windows mixed into a growing cacophony.
I held her tighter against me, one hand pressed to the back of her damp neck, the other firmly encircling her ribcage, feeling her heart pounding wildly.
"Hey. Mei. Look at me." I forced my voice to stay steady. "Look me in the eyes. Everything's going to be okay, alright? We stay like this."
"But you... you're still bleeding! A lot!" she stammered, her trembling fingers brushing my arm.
"It barely stings, Mei, stop worrying about that..." I lied, the throbbing pain in my temple radiating through my entire jaw.
The ground continued to shake in violent waves, books hurled themselves from the shelves with dull thuds, the chandelier on the ceiling creaked ominously. I could feel the rapid beats of her heart drumming against my sternum, her clenched fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt.
I rested my chin on the top of her head, breathing deeply the scent of her shampoo and our mixed sweat to try to calm the uncontrollable trembling of my own limbs.
Ten minutes.
About ten long minutes of jerky jolts, dull rumbles coming from the bowels of the building, small pieces of plaster detaching from the ceiling and falling around us in white dust:
"I'm here. I'm here. I'm not letting go. Everything's okay, you hear me? Everything's okay."
When calm finally returned, the silence was heavy, almost suffocating, broken only by our panting breaths and distant alarms. We stayed huddled together for a long while longer.
I turned my head slightly and placed my lips on her temple.
"You see?" I whispered, my voice cracked from fatigue and adrenaline. "We're still here. Both of us."