“No. Do you?”
“Oh yes.” He cast a glance to the bare spot on the other table, where they’d played the night before. “I like that table. It’s nice and sturdy. Come with me.”
He lifted one of the straight back chairs and held out his other hand and she didn’t hesitate to take it. Liquid arousal slipped from her pussy, wetting her inner thighs as she followed him to the other table. “You’re hungry for dessert?” she asked softly, watching the virile way he moved in his uniform. He removed his hat and placed it out of the way before turning to her. He carefully removed her eyeglasses, folded them, and placed them near her keyboard, like the night before.
Her breath caught at the heat in his eyes as he backed her against the table and gripped her hips as he leaned into her and kissed her. With her ass on the table, he slid his hands to her upper thighs and lifted them while kissing her until she teetered and finally lay back on the cool wooden surface.
Her cunt clenched and ached as she looked up at him. She’d left all the blinds and drapes closed on the front of the house but had opened the window above the work table because it was higher up and someone would need a ladder to see inside. The light shone in on her and she felt self-consciousness creep in until Hank reached out and caressed her chin. “You didn’t believe us when we told you last night that you’re beautiful and sexy, did you?”
She slid her hand over her breast and looked into his eyes, hoping for understanding. “That was last night. In the heat of passion, things get said. You made me want to believe you, Hank.”
He took her hand away from her breast and looked his fill of her bared, illuminated body and then dragged her hand down between her legs where he stood. She gasped in surprise when he cupped her hand over a monster erection. “I want you to believe it because it’s true today, in the light of day, just like it was last night. Keep casting aspersions on yourself and my taste in gorgeous women and you’ll earn yourself another spanking.”
She giggled and said, “You know that’s not much of a threat, right?”
He winked and said, “Last night was only a warm-up, a little taste to see how you handled it.”
“I loved it.”
Without looking, he pulled the chair close and sat in it, putting him right in position to eat her pussy. He glanced up and said, “You seem concerned with protocols. I like listening to you when you’re being pleasured so feel free to make as much noise as you want. I’m not into making you control your orgasms, either. When I want control of your orgasms, I’ll take it.”
Her head thumped on the table as he laid his warm lips on her pussy and licked her from her opening to her clit. Her back bowed and a moan burst from her as he wrapped his arms around her outer thighs, holding them at an angle, and pinned her hips with his forearms, immobilizing her lower half. The effect was explosively erotic. She reached out and gripped the edges of the table, her fantasy running wild. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the sensations as he growled softly against her clit. He licked her with slow broad strokes of his tongue interspersed with quick flicks of the tip, all designed to drive her to the edge and keep her there.
Whenever the vibrations in her core reached near the breaking point, he backed off, giving her time to come down just enough to continue teasing her.
He played with her nipples, tweaking them while using his body to keep her pinned to the table. She peeked at him from under her lashes and saw it when he smiled while looking at the most intimate part of her. There was no pretending on his part. His gaze flicked up to hers and she went limp beneath him, willing him to do whatever he wanted to do to her, knowing what he wanted from her. Maybe it was the lust in his gaze. Maybe it was the uniform. Or the way he stretched the encounter out until she pulsed with the desperate need to come. Still gripping the edge of the table tightly, she whispered, “Please, Hank. Please?”
A sexy smile quirked his lips as his eyes wandered over her body and some secret knowledge entered his eyes. She sensed his pleasure as he growled again, vibrating her clit and then gently sucking it and the sensitive flesh around it into his mouth. He released it as he once again wrapped his arm around her thigh and pinned her firmly to the table. He stood halfway, lifting her legs and pressing them to her torso so she couldn’t arch her back. That glorious feeling of helplessness increased. She was at his mercy, and he had none. He tortured her clit until her orgasm burst like a fireball inside her and she rode each glorious wave until she went limp again. The sound of both of them catching their breath filled the room.