And she’s wearing the sexiest set of underwear I have ever seen—black lace and so fucking skimpy it barely covers anything.
Through that sheer fabric, I can see the rosy buds of her nipples, the plump pink lips of her pussy.
And in between…it’s nothing but miles and miles of naked skin.
Her mouth parts on an exhale, the pink growing on her cheeks, spreading down along her chest.
But then she slowly turns around, giving me a glimpse of the back of her G-string.
I curse, take a step toward her, wanting to rip that tiny scrap of fabric off, to spread her legs, and plunge deep inside.
Patience.
I haven’t even touched her yet.
I need to make this good for her.
Because it’s fucking great for me right about now.
I trail a finger around the tiny strip of elastic that makes up the back of her panties, following it over the curve of one cheek and then the other.
“I imagined you doing this when I put them on this morning.”
I keep tracing, dipping down into the cleft.
She gasps softly, spreads her legs, and I take the silent message, moving down and in, sliding my fingers through her slick pussy.
“Jace,” she moans.
A flick to her clit, and then I’m slipping my hand free, undoing the clasp of her bra, cupping both of her breasts, massaging the soft globes, rolling the buds of her nipples, watching that ass bounce as her hips buck and she tries to seek purchase against me.
Something I don’t allow, not quite yet.
Because if I do, this will all be over far too fast.
So, I work her breasts and I watch her ass, and eventually I kiss my way down her spine, kneeling behind her, drawing her underwear down her legs.
“Jace,” she whispers, starting to turn.
“Hands on that desk, gorgeous.”
A jerk, her hips bucking.
“Good,” I croon. “Now spread your legs.”
Her inhale is sharp, my name tumbling off her lips again.
And then those legs inch apart.
I’m the one saying her name now. I lean closer, drag a finger through that slick heat.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I croon. “Do you want me to lick it?”
“Jace.”She shifts back, inching closer to my face, silently telling me she wants my mouth there.
“Mmm.” I dip another finger in, circle her entrance.“Why don’t you ask me nicely to lick this slick cunt of yours, gorgeous? And then I’ll decide whether or not you’ve been good enough for you to come on my tongue.”
Another tremble. Another “Jace.”
