“You want to stop?” he says, his eyes hot on mine.
“No. I want you to hurry up!”
Laughing softly, he lays a kiss on my nipple, then pulls it into his mouth.Oh my God.My back arches as pleasure streaks through me, then winds tight in my belly. His mouth sears my sensitive flesh, and every inch of my skin seems to come alive. He sucks hard, and the bliss pooling inside me is more intense than some orgasms I’ve had. But instead of letting the sexual tension pop, the pleasure tightens its grip on me until I feel like I’m going to die. I rock against him, desperate for a release—and scared at what sort of heights I’ll find myself at.
His fingers slip under the side slit and stroke my thigh. My legs quiver. I can only stay upright because I’m holding on to his shoulders, digging my nails into his jacket.
He runs his index finger over my folds through the thin fabric of my panties. I cry out softly before remembering we’re in a room by the ballroom where the charity auction is going on. The emcee should keep the crowd occupied, but that doesn’t mean the hotel staff or guests wandering around outside won’t hear us.
His thumb brushes over the other nipple as he sucks harder, this time using his teeth. The tiny sting only sharpens my appetite, makes me more desperate for him.
He pushes the fabric out of the way and probes my slickness with his fingers. I squeeze my eyes as lust burns through me, fight to breathe through tight anticipation.
I know in my heart he’s not going to let me down.
He sticks a finger inside, almost experimentally. I grip it, but it isn’t nearly enough. “Oh my God, Nicholas. Please. I need more.” My face is hot. I’ve never begged like this before.
He places another finger…Ah…
Then a third…Yes, please…
“Ride my fingers, baby,” he whispers, letting go of my nipple. “Make yourself feel good.”
He shifts his weight, and I’m pressed against a wall for better balance. I go crazy and rock against his hand, moving my hips. I can feel his gaze on my face. He’s studying me like I’m the most important discovery of the century. Then suddenly, as I plunge down, he curls his fingers, and the tips graze a spot that—
A bolt of sheer pleasure cuts through me. My spine stiffens, and I bury my face in his shoulder as I shake with an orgasm that robs me of everything except ecstasy.
He holds me, keeping his fingers buried deep inside my spasming pussy. When my breathing settles a bit, he pulls them out. I shudder at the stimulating sensation, and heat rekindles. I squeeze my muscles, trying to will myself to stop being so greedy.
His eyes on my flushed face, he slowly licks the juices off his hand like they’re the sweetest chocolate syrup. My cheeks burn. It’s hot how he enjoys everything about me—how honest and open he is about it.
“This isn’t enough,” he says.
My gaze drops to the huge bulge. I should do something about that—
Suddenly, he moves, dragging my underwear down my legs and letting it drop to the floor. The silk of my dress brushes my heated butt, and I feel barer than if I were standing here naked.
He props me on the table. “Grip the edge,” he orders.
I obey without thinking. What is he planning? Delicious anticipation crackles through me. Whatever he’s about to do is going to be oh-so good.
He drops to his knees in front of me, then throws my thighs over his shoulders, spreading me. I can feel myself quivering down there, already expectant. He seems to sense it too, because a deep groan tears from his chest.
Pushing my knees apart farther, he buries his face between my legs. Hot breaths blow over my ultrasensitive clit, making me shiver. He runs his tongue over my slick flesh and laps me up like he’s starved. Every stroke of his tongue is different somehow, but also more pleasurable.
It’s as though he’s learning my reaction to each stimulation and improving his technique as he goes on.
My grip on the edge of the table tightens as another orgasm swells. Then I let one hand go and tunnel my fingers into his hair, holding his head tightly against me. He grows more frenzied, pulling my clit into his mouth and sucking, while pushing his fingers back into me. I writhe against him as I come, teeth clenched so I don’t scream.
He felt me orgasm, but he doesn’t let up. He becomes greedier. More controlling. He runs his hand down the curves of my thigh and calf, then shoves his tongue into me, fucking the opening shallowly.
The stimulation is different, but potent. Another climax breaks over me, but he isn’t finished.
He rubs two fingers against my mouth. I pull them in eagerly.
He fucks my mouth with his fingers. I imagine it’s his cock in my mouth, and I’m going wild. My pussy’s impossibly wet now, and I groan against his fingers, wishing it was his cock gliding against my tongue right now.
He continues to devour me until I feel wrung out. Sweat mists over my skin. The air is replete with sex, and every cell in my body is loose and languid.
