Dipping his head, he circles my opening before shifting to caress and rub my clit. Distracted by the stimulation, I whimper when he plunges two fingers into my pussy without warning.
His hand on my thigh pins me down, while his lips and fingers fuck me relentlessly. I become impossibly wet the closer my orgasm looms. Nathan grunts in pleasure, feeling my essence hit his tongue. Replacing his fingers with it, he tongue fucks me.
I tug his hair and dig my feet between his shoulder blades while grinding my pussy against him. He growls something like, “Yeah… ride me.”
Not even for a second do I look away.
I couldn’t if I wanted to.
Watching him eat me out so thoroughly sends me flying to an erotic cloud. I’m turned on by the sight of my hand buried in his hair, him on his knees with his large hands gripping my thighs so tight that I’m certain he’ll leave bruises.
“I-I’m close,” I whimper, feeling a tightening in my groin. “Please… oh… please let me come.”
“Beg,” demands Nathan.
His thumb presses down on my clit, rolling and rubbing it, just as I beg, “Please, can I come? Please, please, please…”
“Come.”
One word and my orgasm barrels down.
Nathan shoves his tongue in my clenching core, licking my walls over and over, drinking my juices as I shatter into oblivion. I lose sense of reality, throwing my head back and breaking the eye contact.
He doesn’t seem to care nor does he stop his ministrations.
Instead of letting me come down from the high, he fills my spasming pussy with two fingers and ruthlessly fucks me. “Give me one more, you beautiful little slut.”
Oh shit! “Nathan, I-I can’t.”
“I need another, Ari,” he groans, lapping at my clit while peering up at me from between my thighs. He looks drugged. His pupils are dilated with desire. “You taste like honey. Be a good girl and come for me again.”
How can I deny him when he calls me that?
I push against the back of his head while raising my pussy to his lips. “Lick me and I’ll come like your good little girl.”
His fingers are replaced by his hot mouth. Tracing and sucking my folds one by one, he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue.
It doesn’t take long until my core tightens again.
Nathan looks up, commanding, “Play with your tit while you ride my tongue.”
I trail my free hand to my right breast and squeeze it in my palm. Twisting my nipple, I grind against his lips. He makes an appreciative noise, staring at me putting on a show for him.
Our surroundings fade until it’s just him and me.
“I can feel you tightening, angel,” he hums. “Come on, make a mess of my mouth. Drench me in your cum.”
“I’m so close,” I moan, riding his face faster. “Yes, right there… Oh, ah!”
A pinch to my clit. Stars burst behind my vision as my orgasm is wrenched out of me. My thighs close around Nathan’s head, trapping him as my pussy clenches around his tongue.
I’d fear my coworkers hearing our combined moans if my office wasn’t soundproof.
I’m so lost in my own pleasure that it takes my ears a second to pick up on the deep and ragged groans.
When I glance down my heaving chest, I think my mind is playing a trick on me.
Nathan’s muscular body is pulled taut, his eyes squeezed shut as low grunts spill from his, sending vibrations up my belly. My jaw goes slack when he shudders from head to toe.
