She still has her dress on, pushed up from the bottom and down below her breasts at the top. Butwith her legs open and the mounds of her tits bouncing with each thrust, she feels so exposed. She is used to sex in the dark, naked, yes, but concealed. Now it’s bright in the office, lights on, nowhere to hide. But she doesn’t want to hide. She likes the way he seems to appreciate her body, hands on her curves, mouth roaming all over.
“You're so beautiful. Fuck Chloe, I love you, baby. I want to stay inside you forever.Mine,” he punctuates the word with a hard thrust, rocking her up further on the desk.
With that, she comes. It’s so honest. His voice sounds raw, and she knows the feeling. It’s open between them, this thing they have. It’s not like anything either of them has experienced before, and she knows this is it. He is it. He’s everything she’s ever wanted. They are perfect together, complementing each other in the best ways, mates. A tear slips from her eye as her orgasm recedes. He collapses with his head on her chest, breathing deeply. She runs her fingers through his hair, she loves him.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Axel
They’re in his cabin, their cabin, and she’s pressed up against him. Kissing him like she can’t get enough. And maybe she can’t, but he knows he can’t get enough of her. He’s got one hand in her hair, gripping it tight, and another on the small of her back, pushing her body into his. Their tongues roam each other’s mouths, and he savors how sweet she tastes.
He had her earlier today in his office, but he’s insatiable now, insatiable for her and her alone.
“Upstairs?” she moans.
He growls and picks her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and supporting her ass. He squeezes the globes in his hands, they’re round and supple. He wants to spend an hour kneading them.
When they get to the bedroom, he tosses her on the bed and stands back to look at her. She’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling in time with the throbbing of his dick. Still fully clothed, she looks delectable, all soft curves hidden under cargo pants and acream sweater. He pulls off her socks, and when he goes to undo her pants, she lifts her hips to help him.
Chloe’s panties are soft, white cotton. They show off the crease where her thigh meets her hip, and he can’t help himself, he has to bend down and lick it. Up close, he can smell how sweet she is, all honeysuckle. He nips at her hip, and she moans and spreads her legs.
“Axel, please.”
Her head is thrown back against the pillows, neck long and exposed. Climbing on the bed, Axel rids himself of his shirt and unzips his pants to relieve some of the pressure on his cock. He doesn’t take it out, doesn’t touch himself. This is about Chloe and her pleasure. He wants to make her come, more than once, preferably by his mouth. He loves the way her pussy tastes, like the sweetest nectar. He can’t wait to have another drink of her.
Sliding his hands up her thick thighs, he grips the sides of her panties but doesn’t take them off. Instead, he buries his face in her clothed sex, breathing in deeply and nuzzling there. She moans and bucks up a little into his face. His tongue darts out and licks her through her panties. Broad wet licks till her underwear is soaked and her thighs are quivering. He can see the outline of her folds through the wet material, and he finds her clit quickly, flicking his tongue on it before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking.
Her breath hitches, and her legs tighten against his head. He’s so hard it almost hurts, and it wouldn’t take much to make him come right now, just a couple of quick tugs. But it’s about her, always about her.
“Axel, please, I need.”
“What do you need, Chloe? Tell me. Tell me what my mate needs.”
She whines and rolls her head around on the pillow. She’s being shy and doesn't want to tell him everything she really wants. He thumbs her clit through her panties while he waits her out. She squirms under his ministrations till he decides not to tease her anymore.
“Want me to take these off?” he asks her, pulling at the side of her underwear.
She nods, eyes still screwed up tight as he rubs her clit in slow circles.
He pulls them down off her hips and legs slowly, savoring the way she opens her legs back up for him to fit in between. She’s so wet she’s almost dripping, and he can’t help but dart forward and lick in her folds.
Once he starts, it’s like a dam has been broken. He lets his inner bear come forward, lapping at her sex hungrily all the while growling lowly in his throat. Her hand finds his hair, and she tugs. He grips her inner thighs and pushes them apart even more, so she’s spread wider.
He could eat her out for hours, keep her spread open on his tongue, make her come again and again. He loves it, it’s his favorite thing in the world, better even than having his cock buried deep inside her.
Axel inserts two fingers into her wet heat. Thrusting in and out before curling them and finding the spot that makes her toes curl. He rubs it relentlessly while tonguing her clit. He can feel her getting wetter against his face and knows she’s going to come soon. He works her over, tongue lapping and licking at her swollen bud, fingers pressing and rubbing her g-spot. Her legs start to shake, and he doubles hisefforts. She presses his face even closer with the grip she has on his hair, and he knows she wants that extra friction.
Suddenly she’s coming and it’s glorious. She moans high in her throat, almost a whine, as her body arches off the bed. Her legs tremble and then clench around his head as she rides it out. He doesn’t stop, keeps licking and fingering her till she’s opening her legs back up and pushing him away gently.
“Axel, oh my. Fuck, that was good.”
She pets his hair, and he stays down between her legs, face dripping with her juices.
He licks little kitten licks against her clit. He doesn’t want to overstimulate her, but he wants to make her come again. She tugs on his hair a little, like she’s trying to get him to move, but he stays where he is, in his favorite spot, between her legs.
“Axel, come up here,” she says with a breathless laugh.
“You can come again, can’t you, baby?”
