I rumble a contemplative sound. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Reese runs her palm over my covered cock before reaching into my boxers and stroking it behind the fabric.
I drop my head back, eyes closed, concentrating on not coming from having her soft skin wrapped around my shaft.
“You feel good,” I sigh.
“Do you think it’ll fit?”
Oh, she’s fucking with me right now. She has to be. She’s going to make me come before I’ve had her lips around me because the last thing I’m thinking about fitting into is hermouth.
I crack my eyes open, looking down at her over the bridge of my nose.
Reese is wearing this too-satisfied smirk as she leans her cheek to rest against my thigh, her fist still tugging in long strokes behind my boxers.
It’s innocent and seductive all at the same time. That push and pull, the constant teasing between us, is still evident here.
I sit forward, scooping my palm under her cheek to help her sit up before I use one hand to bracket her entire jaw.
“Let’s check.”
Holding her firm, I use my other hand to run two fingers over her lips. Breaking past the barrier, I push them through the seam and stroke them over her tongue.
Reese moans around my fingers as I work them into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, and when they meet resistance, she doesn’t fight it. She doesn’t flinch or gag.
“You like having something back there, don’t you?”
She nods around me, ocean eyes blown out with need. Then she sucks my fingers as a preview, and I just know I’m going to lose it when I get to see them replaced by my cock.
I push my fingers in and out, letting her stroke them with her tongue, all the while she’s still tugging and twisting me in her fist.
“Oh, you’re going to suck me so well, aren’t you?”
She nods again, her mouth too occupied to speak. But then she pulls my hand out, spits on my two fingers, and slowly wraps her lips around them again.
My jaw is hanging all the way open.
So much for not falling in love with her.
I groan. “You’re not going to just be good for me, are you? You’re going to go ahead and be perfect, huh?”
Using my other hand, I push my boxers and jeans down, lifting my hips to get them past my ass. My cock stands proudly out in the open in my office with Reese’s hand wrapped around it.
It’s dirty. A bit depraved. And I would happily lose my job for this moment right now.
“You’re so perfect.” I run my hand through her hair before gripping those silky straight strands in my fist. “But I want to see you dirty.”
Leaning forward, she places a soft kiss on the head of my cock.
I let go of her hair and let her do her thing.
Arms draped wide on the back of the couch again, I look down and watch her through hooded eyes.
“Do you know how much I appreciate you?” she asks before placing another kiss. “You’re so good to me.” Using the tip of her tongue, she runs it over the slit. “I’m not sure you realize just how much I adore you.”
“Fuck.”
The words. Sweet and heartfelt.
