“Yes.”
He rubbed the rim of the glass bottle on her folds, gently. At first, she didn’t know what to think, but the instant that her eyes found his, and she noticed the strained desire crossing his expression, she put her arms down on the mattress again, relaxed, and trusted him.
Perhaps sensing her acquiescence, he moved the head of the bottle around, coating it with her cream she imagined. Now, she appreciated the caress. Her intimate flesh felt hot and throbby, and the cool glass of the rim offered some kind of respite.
She bucked her lips, offering more of herself, needing more of that pressure, and he understood the quiet yet not subtle message. Groaning, he slid the bottle into her entrance, just the head at first, then the rest. She drew in a breath, aroused.
He mimicked the movements she hoped his cock would do to her soon. Didn’t take long for her body to reach a state of unsettling. Head thrashing from side to side, thighs trembled. What the hell was happening to her? She knew it of course, but never experienced anything like this—so overpoweringly intense. She locked her gaze in his, and while the bold move brought a flush to her cheeks, it also encouraged her to let go, to throw herself into that whirlwind of pleasure claiming her body, piece by piece.
“Yes, yes,” she whispered, and tore her eyes from his when her body shook, and she had no control left of it. Pleasure owned her completely. He owned her completely, and by the dark glint in his eyes, he knew it.
She still felt breathy and tingly when he finally put the bottle aside and lowered his head, French kissing her sex.
“Your pussy is delicious,” he said in a low growly voice, enhancing her already off-the-chart libido, then went back to task.
She reached for the bedspread and clumped a handful, so turned on that if someone told her the bed was on fire, she’d have believed them. “So. Good.”
With the mastery of a man who had experience in the matter, he shifted from licking the outline of her folds with the tip of his tongue, then dove in, fucking her with his tongue, his nose rubbing on her. She undulated her hips, grinding into his head, mimicking the movements of a full-on sex session.
He rolled his thumb over her clit. Her little nub gave little throbs of recognition, like it knew the man who was supposed to caress it. He did a motion, each time intensifying the thrusts of his tongue inside her, each time sending her to the precipice of pleasure.
When he flicked her clit, pleasure rolled through her like wild waves, but he didn’t let up, he kept on sucking her cream, feasting on it like he needed it for survival.
Her breath still came out in gasps when he raised his head and then his body until he covered hers. “You know you’re competing against a vodka bottle and the most amazing oral, right? That will be hard to beat.”
Amusement flicked in his eyes. “It’ll be hard… but so am I.”
She gave a hearty chuckle, enjoying the playfulness between them, even if the anticipation for the lovemaking lurked around them like a fog.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she said, slashing the Office from his secret nickname, because there was no work atmosphere between them now.
With a growl, he peeled off his robe, tossing it aside, and stood for a moment.
An animalistic awareness bounced between them, and she instinctively parted her thighs, feeling a fresh coat of her pearly cream in her folds. Damn. He was gorgeous… She basked in his shoulders, which looked even broader and stronger in the flesh. Certainly no Instagram picture came close to the real thing.
Then her attention shifted to his chest, his taut nipples, the sinful path of hair dusting his washboard abs all the way down… When her gaze landed at his cock, she gasped, fascinated by the long, girthy, massive dick.
“Think you can handle this… old man?” he asked, a pang of defiance in his voice.
“Yes,” she blurted out, a tiny part of her afraid he’d change his mind. No. She’d come too far into this to stop things now. After seeing him naked, it was like the two orgasms he gave her never existed. She was a sexually starved woman, and Nate was a banquet in the flesh.
When he pounced on top of her, she swallowed, feeling every bit of his strong body on top of her. Warmth passed from him to her, or from her to him. She was no longer sure.
He dipped his head, grabbing her breast with his mouth. A moan slipped from her parted lips, and she wrapped her legs around him, needing even more contact. Even more of him.
He grazed his teeth on her nipple, while cupping her other breast with his hand. Unable to stay still, she arched her hips toward him. All her pulse points raced, adrenaline flowing through her, along with the fierce, undeniable need to have him fully in her pussy.
He switched from one breast to the other, sucking the new one vigorously, his mouth pure torture on her. Instead of teasing her other tit like he’d done previously, he lowered his hand to her sex, and rubbed the thick head of his cock to her entrance.
“Fuck, every part of you tastes so delicious,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She sank her fingers into his hair, ruffling it, scratching his scalp, teasing him—and hoping to bring him to the same state of insane libido she experienced.
“I need you,” she said, her voice throaty and nearly unrecognizable. She had to drag every word from the depth of her lungs.
He inched more of him in her wet pussy, and she drew in a breath. Tingles lit within her, along with a twinge of ache. It took her a beat or two to get used to him, for her slick walls to adjust to his size, and soon, damn it, they clung to him.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he said, then caught her lower lip between his, then grazed his teeth on the inner flesh, shooting an electric response through her, all the way to her core. When he released her lip with a pop, she quivered.
