And then his mouth replaces his fingers. Just the touch of his tongue on my inner thigh has me jolting up. Each lick gets closer to my center and I’m squirming in desperation.
“When we had meetings at the kitchen table and you wore those pencil skirts, I imagined doing this to you.” His voice is darkly erotic.
He’s circling my clit now, with light little licks that tease but don’t give me relief.
His tongue flicks closer and closer to where I want him most. I make a little noise, a mix of all-consuming pleasure and frustration.
He keeps me balanced on the precipice.
When I think I can’t take any more, he pulls back, looking up at my desire-drunk face. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers.
And then he finally, finally devours me in long, deep, wet strokes of his tongue.
I moan, closing my eyes at the intensity of it. I’m so high, the pleasure is almost painful. “Please,” I beg.
And that one word is all he needs. He pushes a thick finger inside. It fills me, but it’s not enough. He pushes in and out in rhythmic pumps as he alternately licks and sucks.
When his lips connect with my center and he tongues me, I gasp and almost pass out.
And then I’m beyond everything. Beyond thoughts, beyond words, beyond embarrassment and propriety. I ride his face. His talented fingers and tongue tease and fill me until I reach heights I’ve never been to. I cry out, exploding into a thousand pieces, a thousand tiny stars.
When my atoms finally realign and I’m able to draw a breath. When my mind can form a thought, when my eyelids work well enough to open, I see that Sebastian is staring down with a smug, satisfied expression.
“Hi,” I say shyly, shakily. My whole body is tingling.
“Hey.” He grins, still hovering over me.
His eyes turn serious, and he touches the indent at the corner of my mouth. “You have this one tiny dimple when you smile. It makes me crazy.”
The intimacy is almost too intense to bear, so I look up at the ceiling in an attempt to gather actual thoughts.
Then I laugh.
“I can’t believe I’m going to lecture you on what’s appropriate, but it’s not a great time for laughter right now. You’ll make me insecure,” Sebastian murmurs, his mouth quirked up.
“Sorry, sorry,” I say on a giggle. “I’m still a little nervous. It’s you and me. And the naked people on the ceiling staring at us.”
Sebastian turns to glance up. “They really do look like they’re watching. It’s creepy.”
“Can you perform with an audience?” I tease.
His laughter rings out. “It’s not a problem, if you can't tell.” I can feel his enormous erection through his shorts. It makes my sated body pulse in awareness. How is it possible to be turned on and completely satisfied at the same time?
“Take these off,” I demand, dragging down his shorts.
“Come here,” he mumbles, twisting us around until I’m lying on top of him.
I never imagined that sex could be like this. Being swept away by passion. And then laughing like kids. The most erotic experience. And the most fun all combined in one.
God, he’s so hard and big. It’s making me crazy. I need him in my hands. In my mouth. Deep inside me. “This feels a little one-sided. I’m usually the doer. The giver. The overachiever.”
His lip tilts up in the half smile I love. “Are you saying you didn’t like what I just did? Because I have evidence all over my face that says otherwise.”
Laughter erupts from my lips. “I can’t believe you said that.”
I shift so I can reach out and run my long nails down his torso, stopping before I reach his dick. It jumps, as if begging me to reach out. Instead, I circle the sensitive skin around it.
He moans. As a reward, I stroke the length of his shaft. Next, I tease the tip, skin on skin. He’s a combination of silk and steel.
