Your name crosses the screen.

My mind flashes to your mouth on my breast, tugging on the nipple. Your hands on my waist. My hands on your shoulders, in your hair.

I can’t stop the quick gasp as my mind feels the cool wood of your desk under my ass, your legs parting mine as you start to move against me.

These fast, easy thoughts pop into mind at odd moments providing a small rush. Some days this quick flash is almost enough to make me orgasm.

I breathe through the pleasure, and the memory of your touch.