‘Don’t apologise.’ He nipped at the spot behind my ear this time, and I would have fallen off the desk if not for his body holding me there. ‘I like it.’
He caressed my cheekbone one more time before he trailed his knuckles gently down my body. ‘Can I figure out where else makes you jump like that, I wonder?’
My breath was coming shallowly as he traced the curve of my breast through the grey wool of my dress. ‘What about here?’
I’d never had particularly sensitive breasts – Matt was more of an arse man, and once he’d figured out that I didn’t get much out of having my tits touched, he mostly left them alone – but Satoshi’s thumb against my nipple made me reflexively swallow and clutch at his waistcoat. ‘Oh, that’s – that’s—’
‘Not your favourite?’
‘I like it, though.’
‘I definitely like it.’ He cupped my breast in his hand, kissing that spot behind my ear again in a way that made my head fall back. ‘You feel so good.’
He drew back so he could kiss me again. I sighed into his mouth as he dropped his hand from my breast to my hip, caressing my hip bone. His other hand was firmer now against the nape of my neck, his tongue more insistent in my mouth, and I looped my arms around him, digging my nails into his shoulder blades, inviting him deeper.
Satoshi’s fingers fell again, tracing the line of my left thigh until they brushed the inside of my knee. He pulled it tighter around his hip, and I gasped at the sensation against the ticklish crease of the joint.
‘I’m going to touch you,’ he told me, fingertips teasing the skin just beneath my hemline. Even through my pantyhose, it felt electric. ‘Okay?’
‘Please,’ was all I could reply.
He didn’t make me wait. His fingers traced a quick, scorching line up my inner thigh before his hand settled firmly between my legs.
He ground the heel of his hand against my clit, and my body jack-knifed, the sound erupting from me somewhere between a sob and a wail. He kissed his way back to the spot behind my ear, and when he ground his hand into me again I nearly burst into tears. ‘I think we’ve found another spot you like.’
My hips started rocking involuntarily against him. ‘Please don’t stop,’ I begged. ‘Don’t stop –oh.’
The world narrowed to the pressure of his hand between my legs and the feeling of his lips behind my ear, and then it went white. The orgasm hit me like a train, sudden and violent, his fingers around the back of my neck the only things holding me up as it ran me over, leaving me a shaking, quivering mess. ‘Oh my god,’ I moaned.
Satoshi drew my head to the curve of his throat. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Oh my god,’ I panted into his collar. ‘Oh my god.’
He chuckled. ‘?“Oh no, Satoshi, sex is over for me forever, orgasms are simply something that happen to other people.”?’ He kissed the top of my head. ‘That took, what, seven seconds?’
‘Please don’t—’ I gulped down some air ‘—don’t tease me.’
‘Don’t worry. I have no intention of teasing you.’
He pinched a section of my pantyhose and let it snap back against my skin. It made me jump, and he chuckled again. ‘Can I take these off?’
My brain was struggling to catch up. ‘What?’
‘You’re so wet, Fiona.’ Satoshi’s voice dropped almost an octave. ‘I can feel it through your stockings. Let me touch you properly.’
He stroked a line up the gusset of my pantyhose, and the world went from white to pink, a rosé haze. ‘Yes,’ I breathed.
He slid his nose against mine as he smoothed his hand up my side, under my dress. ‘Just how high up do these go?’ he asked, laughing.
‘Oh, shit, sorry.’ Things started to come back into sharper focus. ‘They’re control-top. With the mediation meeting today – it wasn’t that I wanted to lookgood, but I didn’t want to look bad either, and… oh god, they’re so ugly, please don’t look at them.’
Satoshi had peeled the pantyhose off me as deftly as he’d opened those bottles of wine, taking my underwear (sensible, practical, motherly) with them and tossing them behind him. ‘I don’t care what you’re wearing.’ He kissed me gently, lips just brushing against mine. ‘I care that you’re not wearing them anymore.’
His fingers were back between my legs half a second before I remembered that, like orgasms, bikini waxes were also something only happening to other people. ‘Oh, wow,’ he said, tracing a line up and down the slippery centre of me, circling my clit with his fingertip until I started trembling, and then stroking back down again to dip ever so slightly inside me. ‘My goodness, Fiona.’
I could only whimper.
Two of his fingers slipped inside me, and he made a noise of satisfaction as I gasped and clenched around him. ‘Fuck.’ He bit my earlobe. ‘You really needed this, didn’t you?’
