“Knew you were coming to pick me up,” I agreed, aware I sounded breathless. “We haven’t baptized my office in a while.”
He clucked his tongue. “An oversight on my part.”
His nose nuzzled along the soft expanse of my thigh until I could feel his breath brushing my pussy lips. I jerked in surprise when he blew a stream over my clit.
One of my hands fell into the artlessly tousled waves atop his head, and I groaned as, finally, he made direct contact.
His tongue fluttered over the small nub before that stream of air sent more shivers rushing down my spine. The warmth combined with the chill had the muscles in my legs tensing and relaxing.
When he began to nibble and play with my folds, I let my nails burrow into his scalp. Long, teasing licks toyed with the entirety of my sex, reminding me that Finn had never misunderstood how the clitoris worked. Everything down below was his for exploration, and it always made me feel soseen.
Finn savored me.
BecauseIwas his favorite treat.
My heel dug into his shoulder when he ran the tip around my slit then hissed as he thrust his tongue inside me a few times while his thumb caressed the nub—so tenderly that my toes curled.
“Finn,” I moaned. “Don’t tease. I’ve waited the whole day for this.”
“The whole day, huh?” The words vibrated over my sensitized core.
I stared at him, experiencing a sharp thrill when I saw how my juices coated his lips and mouth, even parts of his jaw.
“Yes. Been dreaming about this since I woke up.”
He pressed an open kiss to my clit. “You dreamed about me going down on you?”
When he wiggled his tongue from side to side, I rasped, “More like you fucking me.”
His brow arched as he suckled.
“Oh, God?—”
That earned me a wicked smile. “Not God. Just your husband.”
“Yesss.Myhusband.”
His lips curved, which felt so good around the bundle of nerves, especially when he tested it with his teeth. Not hard enough to sting, just a careful warning that had me cascading into mush.
On the verge of overstimulation, I gawked blindly at my office ceiling, completely uncaring about how he’d splayed meon my desk, that anyone could knock on the door at any minute—all that mattered boiled down to his mouth, my pussy, and the incoming orgasm.
My eyes fluttered shut as he continued devouring me, supping from me like I was a meal and he hadn’t eaten in days. Every inch of my cunt earned his attention like time didn’t matter to him, and his fingers went to work, thrusting into me, spreading me wide.
“Finn.” My foot arched, toes digging into his shoulder this time. “Oh god, baby, I’m going to come. Please. Don’t stop. Fuck. No. Right—” I pressed my hand to my mouth and bit down on the fleshiest part as he took me straight through one orgasm and had me approaching the precipice of another.
I hovered there, dangling at his mercy as every single nerve ending went to war inside me. His tongue, teeth, and lips were soldiers in a fight I could never win.
When he jerked to his feet, I stared at him in bewilderment, going so far as to hunch up on my elbows, but seeing him free his cock from his pants had me jerking upright to help him.
When the iced tea wiggled precariously, he moved it,sanscoaster—it barely made it onto my register.
Instead, I unfastened his zipper while he worked on his belt. As I drew him out, that thick, branding heat already scoring me, I saw pre-cum grace my palm.
Letting go of his cock, I lifted my hand, tilted it just so, and moved my tongue over the creases in the skin there. Running it along the tiny folds as I scooped him up.
His eyes, mesmerized and glued to my mouth, burned.
His hands kneaded the fleshier parts of my outer thighs as he watched me torment him, then he bowed his head and tracked my movements so our tongues twined against my palm. While I’d cleaned it of his seed, I could taste my juices on him—literal proof of my release.
