I blushed when he squeezed them and gasped when his hot mouth was on them. He pressed wet kisses with his tongue, flicking my nipple before his teeth grazed just hard enough to make me arch into him. My fingers tangled in his hair as my body trembled at his expert ministrations.
He walked me backward until my knees hit the bed, then gave a gentle push. I landed on the mattress with a soft bounce. I licked my lips and watched breathlessly as he finally started undressing.
Finally.
He popped open the shirt buttons one by agonizing one, revealing inches of sculpted muscle, that vee-cut that made my mouth water. When he shoved his pants and boxer-briefs down in one motion, his cock sprang free.
My lips parted in awe.
It was thick, hard, and already glistening at the tip. It looked perfect, with veins running over the shaft, albeit a bit too girthy, which made me want to keep my legs crossed.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper.
Leaning back, I decided to give him a show. Be brave and do something Professional Paige wouldn’t do.
Like fingering myself in front of my hot boss and best-friend.
My eyes danced over his body, his handsome face, and I sighed as the pads of my fingers brushed over the sensitive button of pleasure.
His gaze dropped to where my hand had slipped beneath the lace between my legs and a low growl rumbled in his chest.
“Fucking hell, Paige. Couldn’t wait for me?”
He quickly kicked the rest of his clothes away and crawled over me like a predator. He grabbed my wrist, the one that was getting familiar with the wetness between my thighs, and brought my slick fingers to his mouth.
My eyes widened when his hot mouth wrapped around them and he sucked them clean.
“You taste like heaven,” he said with a filthy moan.
He kissed a path down my stomach, his lips lingering on the faint silver line low on my belly. I tensed because it was my cesarean scar.
But his touch was soft and gentle.
“This,” he whispered, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to it. “Is so fucking beautiful. You grew your baby here.”
My throat tightened even as my body throbbed. Thankfully, his attention didn’t last too long on my stomach and lowered to something more important.
His hooded eyes flickered to me as his fingers hooked in my thong and he ripped the lace apart, making me gasp. Cool air hit my wet heat, and before I could even process, I felt his hot tongue.
I whimpered when he started with long and slow licks. As if he were savoring me before sealing his mouth over my clit and sucking. I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut and arching towards him when two thick fingers pushed inside me. He curled them just right, moaning into my pussy.
The sounds he made kept me teetering on the edge, and before I knew it, I cried out his name while my thighs shook around his head as I exploded with orgasm.
When I came down, he was kissing my inner thigh, looking up at me like I was a miracle.
“That was so fucking hot,” he whispered, his mouth glistening with my juices. “Let me get a condom…”
He was about to pull away, but I caught his wrist. “Don’t,” I said, still panting through the afterwaves. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel you. All of you.”
“You sure?” He asked, his eyes widening and pupils dilating.
I nodded, pulling him close for another kiss. I hummed when I tasted myself on his tongue.
He settled between my thighs, dragging the head of his cock through my wetness, making me take a sharp breath. When he finally pushed in, we both groaned. He was big… so much bigger than I thought, as he kept stretching me slowly.
“More,” I gasped, clawing at his back and begging. “Fill me up, Derek.”
“Fuck, Paige,” he groaned.
