She was close, he knew it, he really had to hold her thighs down now to stop her from trapping him and he could feel them begin to tremble under his fingers. He heard her cries getting higher and knew she was teetering in the edge. He pushed his tongue flat against her and licked slowly up. She came. She came hard, it must have lasted for minutes surely. And the noises she made. He would be wanking to the thought of this for months. He kept his tongue on her for as long as she could stand it then she pulled his head up by his hair. His kissed her thighs, feeling the tremors slowly subside, slowly moving down before bringing her skirt back down. She still seemed in the throes of bliss, she hadn’t moved, she was breathing heavily and her legs hung limp from the table. He leaned over her and smiled. She looked fucking good, he wished he could take a picture of her like this. Her curls had spread out across the desk. Her eyes were wide and bright, her cheeks were pink and her lips slightly open, she looked as if she wasn’t quite sure what had just happened to her but that she liked it. 