“Door’s locked. No one’s coming in.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”
“Don’t worry. I’m only going to use my mouth. But if I don’t get a taste of you…” He doesn’t finish his thought but drops into the chair. His palms glide up my outer thighs, his fingertips slipping under my hem, and he pushes my dress up.
“Keno…”
“Lean back, sweetheart.”
I do as he asks, my hands hitting the desk behind me. His burrowing fingers find my lace panties and curl into the fabric at my hips, then drag them down my legs, past my sexy heels and off. He shimmies my dress up enough to expose my bare pussy to his eyes.
Oh, God. My thighs tremble at the intimacy and the molten heat in his gaze.
He spreads my knees apart, his eyes between my legs. “Look at that pretty pussy. Goddamn.”
I lift my hips toward him instinctively, wanting his first touch, needing it so badly.
He dips his head. I watch, mesmerized, as his tongue sweeps over me. At that first glorious touch, I throw my head back, my mouth falling open. He moans, and the vibration only adds to my pleasure. I tilt my head because I can’t resist the urge to watch him work me with his mouth.
I struggle to bring myself closer to him, but he holds me tight, teasing me with soft licks and flicks of his tongue untilI’m squirming with the need for more. He teases me, dragging out every sensation and giving the word foreplay a totally new definition for me.
“Like that, Six?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
His hands shift down, and those thumbs brush over my clit until I’m shaking and dripping wet.
“So pretty.” His voice is rumbling from deep in his throat. “So wet for me. You have no idea how badly I want to sink my dick in there.”
His thumbs spread me apart, and he dips his head, his mouth latching onto my clit. He sucks hard, and I shudder. My arms are shaking, and he uses that moment to insert two long fingers inside me.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
He searches, stroking and curling his fingers until he finds that trigger that sends my hips jerking. I can barely catch my breath before he adds his thumb to strum my clit.
“Show me those pretty tits, baby. Let me see them bounce.”
They are bouncing because I’m fucking his hand. I’m gripping the edge of the desk so hard I’m going to have marks on my palms. I’m not sure I can let go.
“Do it, or I stop.”
I yank my dress down until my bare breasts pop free.
“Beautiful. I knew they would be.” He doubles his efforts with his stroking fingers and thumb, his eyes on my bouncing chest as I thrust against his hand. He gets a rhythm going that I can’t fight, and I buck against him out of control.
He leans forward and latches onto one nipple and then the other, licking and sucking until I can feel myself building toward the mother of all orgasms.
“You close?” he breaks free to ask, gravel in his voice.
I nod vigorously, unable to speak.
He reaches up with his free hand and pinches one of my nipples, and I detonate, sucking in a breath and tightening my thighs. They hit his immovable shoulders, and there’s no way to escape the onslaught as he keeps stroking, extending the orgasm longer than I’ve ever experienced. Finally, his mouth drops over my clit and laves it tenderly. I fall against the desktop, my breath sawing in and out, my body slick with sweat. “Oh, Sully.”
He laps every drop as my breathing slows.
I feel soft kisses move along my inner thighs, tickling. Again, I can’t escape it because my thighs are still pinned wide. His lips trail up over my mound and belly, then he moves up to latch onto a nipple. He sucks hard again, and I feel another gush flood forth.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair, my nails scraping his scalp. He leans over me, pressing my back to the desk, and brings his mouth to mine. I taste myself on him. His warm body presses on my naked one, and I feel his erection hard and long against his jeans crowded against my pussy. He’s going to have a wet mark on the front with the scent of my release. I like that and can’t help smiling against his mouth.
