I slipped my fingers out of her, stood and walked her over to my desk, flinging off whatever was on it before setting her on it. I bunched her dress up and slowly pulled her panties down, my eyes never leaving hers. I pushed her thighs apart, and the sight of her glistening pussy had my mouth watering. “Perfezionare, perfect” I growled. Her eyes were hooded.
“Just touch me already.” I thrust two fingers into her, and she moaned in ecstasy. I pushed another, and she began growling. As much as her pussy felt great, I wanted more.
I bent my head between her thighs, the scent of her arousal intoxicating. I parted her pretty lips and flicked my tongue over her clit, causing her to whimper for more. I let my tongue sink into her hot little core, pulling her closer to me.
“Oh fuck,” she shouted out. I liked my women quiet, right up until this point. I wanted her screaming my name as I made her come on my tongue. “Fuck me, Arthur,” she begged as I taunted her with my tongue, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer. When I sucked her clit into my mouth, she fell apart, incomprehensible mewls falling from her lips. I was painfully hard and wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her, but tonight was not the night.
She looked up at me with hooded lids, biting her bottom lip.
“Keep doing that, and I’ll change my mind.”
She looked confused. I stood and picked her up bridal style. I used the retina scanner, and the door opened. She laid her head on my shoulders and yawned softly.
“That was so good.” She whispered. “I want to do it again.” I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead before I set her down in front of her door.
“Come in, let’s finish what we started,” she said, batting her long eyelashes at me.
I leaned against the doorframe. “I could, but I’d prefer you sober when I do.”
She pouted, and I sucked her bottom lip into mine, letting it go with a pop.
“Good night, little bird.”
I walked to my bedroom, wondering how much of that she would regret in the morning.
