He nodded his head. “Couch it is.” His grin was full of promise right before he kissed her again. He shuffled her toward the couch as a loud ping sounded fromsomewhere.
“Phone,” hesaid.
“Not mine.” She pushed up the hem of his t-shirt, the smooth expanse of his abs and chest hot and hard under herpalms.
He yanked off his shirt and she leaned forward, flicking his hard nipple with the tip of her tongue. His hands fisted in her hair as hegroaned.
The phone pinged again. “It’s my phone,” hesaid.
“Do you need to check it?” she asked, dragging her mouth across his chest to bite at his othernipple.
He hissed and she circled the flat disk with her tongue, eliciting a lowgrowl.
“Shit.”
“What?” She stood straight, knowing what he was going tosay.
“I just looked at the clock. I have a meeting at nine so I need to leave in ten minutes. I have just enough time to get home to shower and change.” He cradled her head, his thumbs brushing the along the hairline at hertemple.
“Quickie?” A girl couldhope.
He grinned and kissed her. Quickly. “I’d probably get off, but I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t. I’m not going to be selfish like that.” Another quickkiss.
She let out a low growl of frustration. While she appreciated his consideration, she was really fucking horny now. There was always the shower. It wouldn’t be as satisfying but, ohwell.
“Stay with me, Denise. I didn’t say I wouldn’t take care of you before I left.” He reached around her and moved a couch pillow so it was close to the lowarmrest.
He positioned her near the end of the couch. “Lay back,” he said with a small push on hershoulder.
Sitting on the arm of the sofa, she let out a gasp when he pushed her back. She stared up at Chris, her head lower than her hips and her legs hung over the side of the couch. Her clit throbbed as she realized what he intended todo.
Chris grasped the waist of her shorts and pulled them over her hips and thighs and down her legs, dragging her underwear with them. He licked his lips and flicked his gaze to hers. “Yougood?”
All she could do was nod. The anticipation was killing her. She might very well come as soon as he touched her. Her legs were restless and she wanted to rub them together to relieve some of the pressure but he was standing betweenthem.
“Good.” He bent at the waist and gripped her ass, tilting her hips to meet his hot, wetmouth.
Good. So good.He was a man on a mission. His tongue flicked and circled her clit. Pulling her closer to the edge of the armrest, he raised her legs and draped them over his shoulders, keeping her hipstilted.
One finger entered her and withdrew, then was joined by a second one. He twisted and thrust them while he continued to lick and suck on herclit.
She clutched the cushions next to her hips. So close. The pressure built in her belly, waiting for the right trigger to set heroff.
He curled his fingers as he withdrew them. With his other hand, he circled her hood and sucked hard on herclit.
She exploded with a small cry. Throwing her head back, she squeezed his head with her thighs and rode his mouth and hands. Rolling her hips, her orgasm spiraled through her again and again. It became too much and she stopped squeezing and pushed at his head, trying to wiggleaway.
He gripped her hips to keep her in place, but eased the pressure of his tongue, softly circling her clit before pullingaway.
Peering at him through barely open eyes, she flushed when he wiped his mouth and chin, then wiped his hand on his jeans. She shouldn’t be embarrassed by how wet she was—it was hisfault.
She scooted back on the couch and he crawled over the arm, glancing at the decorative clock on the wall before laying on her and nestling between herlegs.
“Six minutes,” hesaid.
“That was it?” Should she be impressed with this skill or mortified by how quickly he could get her tocome?
“What can I say?” He wagged his eyebrows. “I’mgood.”
