He slowly drags them down my thighs. I feel the scrape of damp fabric over sensitive flesh, and then, just like that, they’re gone.
The cool air kisses my exposed skin, making me tremble.
I’m utterly bare and vulnerable under a gaze I can’t see.
His hands slide up the insides of my thighs, his palms rough against my curves. He parts me wider, exposing everything to the humid air. My breath catches.
Then I feel... heat.
Wetness.
Pressure.
His mouth.
Oh god oh god—
His tongue, laves a long, slow stripe up my dripping seam. All the way from my quivering entrance to my throbbing clit.
Every nerve ending screams. The blindfold isn’t darkness; it’samplification.
Every flick, every suck, every graze of teeth... it’s magnified a thousandfold.
I’m drowning in sensation.
I can smell salt and musk. Feel his low groan vibrating against my flesh.
I grab the edge of the desk, needing something to hold onto.
My hips buck.
Can’t stop them.
Seeking.
Needing.
More.
His tongue zeroes in on my clit. Flicking and circling. Sucking deeply.
The pressure builds.
So close—
Fuck yes—
I used to think I couldn’t orgasm multiple times in the same night.
How wrong I was.
I’m squirming.
His mouth is devouring me, his tongue plungingintome, fucking me shallowly before swirling back to my clit.
Faster.
Harder.
