“Fuck, baby,” he hissed on my collarbone. "I love the way you respond to my touch."
His mouth pressed to my jaw, licking and sucking over the soft part beneath it. I was a puddle as I anticipated where he might kiss or touch next. His free hand squeezed and massaged my breast, thumb swirling over my nipple.
As he began moving down my body, his mouth making sure to kiss and suck and bite nearly every inch, I drew further into a trance. I had no idea where he was going next.
But I felt him.
I felt him all over me.
I felt him on my skin and inside my body. His name was a brand along my flesh, covering and claiming me whole.
And when I heard him on his knees and felt his nose brush my clit, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay upright.
His breath was jagged as he blew it out over my clit, and I whimpered in response, saliva nearly choking me from the gag.
“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered before kissing those nerves. His right arm wrapped around the top of my thigh as it rested on his shoulder, and he flicked my clit with his left.
“Mm… I’m home.”
I almost fell backward onto the desk as his mouth wrapped around my clit, and he kissed it as though he were kissing my mouth.
He devoured me, his tongue teasing, his lips sucking and pulling that hardened bundle into his mouth. Over and over while I could do nothing more than grab the edge of the desk and moan behind the fabric between my teeth.
I had no choice but to concede to his pleasure, and fuck… it felt so good to let go.
Letting go of all worry and stress, the tenseness in my body, and the weight on my shoulders. The only things in existence were the pair of us, and I was wholly his.
The noises he made while eating me, the noises my body made in response to him... I was weak for it. He drew out my pleasure and caused my hips to undulate against his face. Shit, it was so fucking good.
Stars rose in the darkness behind my closed eyes. He reached up and squeezed my tit, thumb rolling my nipple. I didn't know what to do with my hands as his tongue swiped up and down my pussy, then licked inside my entrance.
Each moan that left me was more desperate than the last. I tried to deny myself the cresting orgasm. Fuck, he felt too good, and I didn't want this pleasure to subside. I wanted to ride his face until his jaw locked, and he had no choice but to fuck me backward to quell the need for us both.
Darkness swallowed every hesitation and embarrassment I’d ever experienced. I could hear him cursing against me like he was consumed by my taste. My body began to tremble, to quake in anticipation of that release at the very tip of my tongue. I squirmed against him, but he kept going. Determined to make me spill and spill until I couldn’t anymore. Resisting only heightened it. My teeth chattered against that gag. I writhed against his tease, his fingers bruising the tops of my thighs, and I finally collapsed.
The gag swallowed my scream. My hips lifted off the desk.
God, I would never look at my office the same way again.
My muscles continued to jerk as he lapped up my juices, his tongue swirling inside me, to tease me to the edge of another release. But I grabbed his hair and felt him smile crookedly against my nerves.
“Do you think one is enough?” he asked, and I could only give a desperate whine in response. “I don’t think one is enough,” he said as he kissed my clit again. “I think…” another kiss “…my love has been so neglected…” his tongue sank inside me and swirled, teeth grazing those nerves “…that she deserves more….”
I mumbled behind the gag, tugging on his hair.
“What was that?” he mocked me. I felt him move, lean over my body, and pull the gag out of my mouth.
“I said—“ I had to wipe the saliva off of my lips. “—I said, she wants your dick,” I said blatantly.
A quiet chuckle came from him. “Tell me how you want my dick. Like this? Slow, sweet, and lazy.” He pushed my thighs open as much as my body would allow him, his hard cock brushing against my already sensitive pussy. “Or…” His hand trailed up my chest until he reached my throat, and he squeezed my neck, sending my skin erupting in goosebumps. “Do you want your god?”
My chest caved as his grip slackened, and the moment it did, I shot up straight and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him flush to me. Our lips met in a reckless crash. I didn’t give him time to think. There was only his primal response of lust as I yanked his hair, scratched his skin, and tightened my thighs around him.
I wasn’t sure how he looked at me when I finally drew back, and I didn’t care. “Punish me,” I hissed. “Give me your godly wrath,Eros.”
There was a brief second where all I felt was his hands on the outsides of my thighs, fingers extending wide, an intensity stretching between us where I knew he was calculating exactly how much of himself he was about to give me.
A huff of air hit my face, amusement in the salacious chuckle that left him.
