Corbin groaned in appreciation as her little fingers wrapped around his cock. He ran his hands up her ribs and rubbed his thumbs across her nipples roughly, pulling her closer as her tongue fought for dominance against his. He was stepping out of his pants, her fingers light and teasing rather than attempting to give him any kind of relief. He growled now, hands dropping to her waist and then under the Soturi's belt to drop her pants to the floor as well.
As the pants fell one of his hands went north, wrapping around the back of her head to pull her mouth more firmly against his as he nipped sharply at one of her lips and darted his tongue back into her mouth again. He didn't care if he was dominant or submissive, but he preferred equal footing most of the time. Or at least a decent battle of wills.
His other hand went south, palming her cunt and tracing her slit with a thumbnail for a moment before his hand wrapped over the top of hers, pressing harder against his dick, rubbing slowly up and down. He pulled back from her mouth and looked down into the petite woman's eyes. "What say we test the strength of a couple of these desks, Miss Maela?" He asked, a reckless grin taking over his lips.