He works me thoroughly, sucking and licking until the chemise is soaked, until I'm squirming on the desk and making desperate noises. Then he moves to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention.
I'm shaking by the time he pulls back, looking up at me with eyes gone black with desire.
"More?" The question is rough, barely controlled.
"More. Please, Valas, I need—" I don't know how to articulate what I need. Just that it's more, deeper, everything.
He reaches for my skirts, hand hesitating at my knee. "Can I?"
"Yes." No hesitation. "Please."
His palm slides up my thigh, pushing fabric out of the way. Callused fingers trace patterns on sensitized skin, drawing closer to where I'm aching and wet. When he cups me through my undergarments, I nearly sob with relief.
"Fuck, you're soaked." His voice has gone gravel-rough. "All this for me?"
"Yes." I rock against his hand shamelessly. "All for you."
He strokes me through the fabric, thumb finding the bundle of nerves at my apex. Circles it with perfect pressure while I fall apart above him.
"I want to taste you." The words rumble against my throat where he's kissing, biting gently. "Want to make you come on my tongue. Will you let me?"
Every nerve ending ignites at the suggestion. "I don't—I've never?—"
He pulls back to look at me, searching my face. "Never?"
I shake my head, heat flooding my cheeks despite everything we've already done. "No one's ever?—"
"Then I get to be your first." Satisfaction threads his voice. Something possessive and pleased. "I get to show you how good it can be."
Before I can respond, he's sinking to his knees between my thighs, hands pushing my skirts up and out of the way. The sight of him there, looking up at me with hunger written across his face, nearly undoes me.
"Valas—"
"Lift up." Gentle command. I obey without thinking, raising my hips so he can slide my undergarments down and off. Cool air hits heated flesh and I gasp, instinctively trying to close my legs.
He stops me with firm hands on my thighs, keeping me open. "Don't hide from me. Let me see you."
I force myself to relax, to let him look his fill even though I'm burning with embarrassment and arousal in equal measure. His eyes roam over me like I'm something precious, worshipful.
"Perfect." He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, just above my knee. "Absolutely perfect."
Then he works his way higher, kissing and licking a path up my thigh while I tremble and clutch the edge of the desk. By the time he reaches the crease where leg meets body, I'm panting.
"Please." I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore. Just that I need something, anything to ease this ache.
"I've got you." He presses one more kiss to my thigh, then leans in and licks a long, slow stripe up my center.
I cry out, head falling back at the sensation. Hot and wet and so much more intense than I imagined. He does it again, taking his time, exploring me with evident enjoyment.
"You taste incredible." The words vibrate against sensitive flesh. "Could do this for hours."
Then he seals his mouth over me properly and I lose the ability to form words.
His tongue is wicked, skilled, finding every sensitive spot and lavishing it with attention. He circles my clit with the tip, then flattens his tongue and licks broadly. Alternates between the two until I'm writhing against his mouth, hands fisted in his hair.
"Valas, I can't—it's too much?—"
He pulls back just enough to speak. "It's not enough. Not nearly enough." Then dives back in, redoubling his efforts.
