She breaks away, breathless. “We can’t. This is a mistake.”
Her eyes are wild, conflicted. She wants me. She doesn’twantto want me.
I cup her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. “I know. I want to regret this, Tara. Ishouldregret it. But I can’t.”
Her breath hitches as I kiss her again, deeper this time.
My hands trace the curve of her back, hers digginginto my shoulders, both of us caught in something neither of us has the strength to stop.
The lab smells of solvents and varnish, but all I can breathe is her.
All I can think of is her.
When she finally tears her mouth from mine, her voice trembles. “This won’t end well.”
“No,” I agree, resting my forehead against hers. “But it will be worth it.”
This time, she pulls me to her, attacks my mouth. My cock twitches in anticipation, already hard as marble.
The sounds we make, the hushed moans, amplify above the quiet of the lab, the faint hum of the climate control system keeping the air cool and sterile.
My lips trail down her neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point.
She moans, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Gustave,” she breathes, and it’s enough to send a jolt of heat straight to my erection.
I push her back until her ass hits the edge of the table, then lift her onto it with one swift motion. Her legs fall open instinctively, and I step between them, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt up to her hips.
I push the gusset of her wet panties aside and cup her.
She shudders, her hips lifting off the table, begging for more.
Ioblige, circling her clit with my thumb while two fingers slide into her tight cunt.
She’s so wet, so ready for me.
Her head falls back, a whimper escaping her lips as I pump my fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her.
“Please,” she whines, her hands clutching the edge of the table.
I drop to my knees, pulling her panties down. They get tangled up in her boots, but I get them off, and slide them into my suit pocket.
I spread her thighs wider.
Her pussy glistens in the dim light. I can’t wait any longer.
I bury my face between her thighs, licking a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.
She cries out, her hips jerking, but I hold her down, my tongue flicking over her clit in quick, teasing strokes.
“Shh,chérie,” I murmur against her heated flesh.
She’s trembling, her thighs squeezing my head as I eat her out like a man starved.
I add another finger, plunging deep inside her while my tongue works her clit.
She’s close—I can feel her walls tightening around my fingers, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
