He grabbed my desk chair and sat in front of me, spreading my legs wide like I was his next meal. Using both hands, he parted my pussy and, not breaking eye contact until he was millimeters away from my sensitive nub, he buried his head between my legs, his tongue dancing across my clit.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I cried, throwing my head back as my senses were flooded with him. His tongue, his breath, his hands. One hand stayed on my pussy, keeping it spread open so he could continue his assault on my clit, while the other traveled up my stomach to my nipples, where he pinched and kneaded until I was whimpering and thrusting against his face.
I was gripping the desk so hard my knuckles were turning white, but I removed one hand to grab Mark’s hair, needing to feel as much of him as I could. No more denying ourselves, no more staying away. Just this connection that felt so right, so deserved, like where we were both meant to be.
The only thing that mattered was his hot tongue on my clit, tracing maddening patterns, bringing me closer to orgasm, and his fingers pinching and tugging my nipples in time with his tongue. His beard was rough on my inner thigh, and I relished the burn, feeling like he was branding himself on my skin.
“Please, right there, Mark,” I panted, nodding my head and gripping his hair like it was my only connection to this plane. I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, contracting my muscles, diverting every sensation, every feeling, to one particular spot where Mark was focusing all his attention.
Lick after lick, he took my body higher until I removed my other hand from the edge of the desk and braced both on his head, knowing I needed to feel every part of him so I could stay grounded. As if he knew what was coming, he took his hand away from my nipples and pushed my thighs as far apart as they would go before looking up and me and smiling with glistening lips, lidded eyes, and messy hair.
“Let go, baby.”
And with those words, he dove back in, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking for all he was worth. I threw my head back and screamed, free-falling over the edge to oblivion, coming harder than I ever had before, and holding onto the only person who could take me there and bring me back, the only person I wanted with me when I fell.
Mark.
28 - MARK
Ididn’t come to the clinic to lick Jenna’s pussy on her desk until she filled my mouth with the sweetest juice I’d ever tasted, but fuck, if that wasn’t the best way this evening could have turned out. I pushed back from the chair, keeping a firm grip on her thighs with a dazed expression on her face as she opened her eyes and came back down. There was nothing sexier than how she looked right now, naked and spent, with red splotches on her cheeks and a far-off look in her eyes.
Fuck and the way she tasted. I could spend a lifetime between her legs, exploring her sweet flavor. Her eyes looked as dazed as mine felt, with this lazy little grin pulling up the corners of her mouth. Running my hands up both of her thighs, I stood up, adjusting my cock in my jeans and stepping in between her legs to run my nose up her neck before claiming her lips. She needed to taste herself on my lips and see how much I got off licking her sweet pussy. I wanted her to know how fucking crazy I went whenever she was around.
“I love these lips, this pussy, these curves,” I whispered, skating my hands over every available inch of exposed skin I could feel. “You ready to get out of here?”
“You might have to carry me,” she answered, grasping my shirt and pulling me close so she could lay her head on my chest. “I think you just scrambled my brain and turned my legs to jelly.”
I chuckled and ran my fingers through her hair, holding her to me because the thought of being without her again was more than I could bear. “I would carry you anywhere, Dr. Cutie. Come home with me.”
I meant it as a question, but it came out like a demand. Either way, she nodded, lifting her head from my chest and wrapping her legs around my waist to drag her naked core against my cock. I sucked in a breath with the friction, my cock painfully hard in my jeans.
“You sure I can’t take care of that first?” she said, releasing her legs but reaching a hand between us to squeeze my cock.
“Fuck yes, you can, but not here. I want you in my house. In my bed.”
“Hmm, then hand me my panties, and let’s get the hell out of here.”
I stepped back and helped her off the desk, scrambling to grab her clothes as she pulled them on and turned off her computer. We rushed out of the office, hand in hand to my Tahoe, not caring about leaving her car exactly where it was.
Good.
The thought of not touching her for even fifteen minutes as we drove to my house was unacceptable. She sat as close as she could on the drive home, hand squeezed in mine, glancing over every few seconds to smile or bite her plump bottom lip.
When we pulled into the neighborhood, she leaned forward, looking out the window to see my finished place.
“Oh, Mark. The house. It’s finished, and it looks—”
“Empty,” I interrupted, pulling into the driveway and turning off the engine before hightailing it to Jenna’s door and opening it for her.
I leaned forward and ran my fingers across her jaw before cupping her cheek and lightly kissing her lips.
“It’s been empty without you.” I pressed my forehead to hers, never being more certain of my words. “I want, no, I need you here with me. Will you move in, turn my house into ours, fill it with plants, and let me read to you every night?”
“Are you sure that’s what you want? I’d never ask you to change a part of yourself for me.”
Uncertainty peeked through her eyes, and she cast them down. My heart ached for what I put her through, and I tipped her chin so she would know how serious I was.
“I’ve never been more certain of anything, baby. I’m going to stay on the force, and I want you here every day, so I can support you as you follow your dreams with the shelter.”
