I will not let my fears get in the way.
Without looking away from Nathan, I reach for the zipper on the side and lower it. The sound is loud and illicit. The temperature in the room rises as I drop my dress to the floor. The sunlight streaming in through the glass wall sizzles my skin.
Next, I unclip the lacy bra and let it join the fabric at my feet. With each item I remove, I become a bundle of nerves and need. When I move toward my matching lace panties, Nathan halts me.
“I will.” Coming closer, he instructs, “Hands on the table.”
Leaning back, I curl my fingers around the edge of my desk. Nathan closes the last inch of space between our bodies. The fact he’s fully clothed is a major turn-on, tipping the power scale in his favor.
It’s my office, yet he’s the one ruling it.
My breasts feel heavy and full as he peruses my nakedness with hawklike eyes, trying to decide which part to devour first.
“Nathan,” I murmur.
“Shh… let me see you. It’s been ten days.”
He counted?
The longer he stares, the hotter I burn. My panties are damp, clinging to my slit. He runs his tongue between his teeth, predatory gray eyes zeroing in on my center. To entice him into ending the wicked torture, I spread my legs. “Please touch me, Nathan.”
His rigid control breaks.
At the first press of his lips on collarbone, I come undone. I arch into the warmth of his mouth, exploring the valley between my breasts. His palms rove up my sides and cup the underside of my breasts, massaging and fondling.
It feels terrific.
“Y-yes,” I cry when his thumbs flick my nipples.
Kissing his way down my flat stomach, he drops to his knees. Every bone in my body freezes when his sinful face hovers over my mound. A wave of anxiety has me closing my thighs together, but his hands grab the insides and pull them apart.
“Don’t you dare hide from me,” he scolds, yet his voice is husky. Slapping my core, he possessively claims, “This is mine.”
Holding me immobile, he dips his mouth and licks the length of my pussy over my panties. I shudder, like I’ve been electrocuted.
He laps me up again, dampening the white lace until it’s see-through. I attentively watch, waiting for the other shoe todrop and have him pull away in disgust like Aryan did. Nathan never does. He looks like he can’t get enough, and we’ve barely started.
All my disillusions shatter.
A mewl-like sound leaves my lips when he lightly bites my slit.
He glances up, gaze high on lust, and he sucks me hard.
“Ah, Nathan,” I say brokenly.
Just when I think I can’t stand any longer, he takes the waistband of my panties between his teeth and tugs them down my legs in one fluid move.
I don’t get enough time to be impressed before I’m lifted and dumped on my desk. The display of his strength increases my heart rate.
Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he runs one finger along my folds. “So wet. It isn’t enough. I want you drenched.”
Parting my slit with his thumbs until every crevice of my pussy is on display, he stares unblinking and licks his lips.
The urge to close my legs rises, but I push it down.
I know he’s fucked me with his cock and fingers, but this is more intimate and vulnerable and nerve-racking.
Does he like what he sees?
