He kissed me hard. His mouth covered mine, some voracious, wild thing, and he kissed me. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, and he eased his tongue into my mouth and toyed with mine. I paused, confused, but only for a moment before I engaged him in this wild, unforeseen passion. I kissed him, licked him, wanted to press my lips against every part of his face. My hands clung to his body and his coat and his belt. Before I knew it, he pulled me up against him, grabbed my thighs, lifted me up, and coaxed me into wrapping my legs around his waist.
He carried me to the ottoman as he kissed and touched and teased me with reckless abandon. Without a care or a thought in the world, he dropped to his knees and tossed me onto the ottoman. My back hit the leather cushions with a thud while my head landed on the seat of the chair behind me. I gasped, surprised, and Asher used my momentary shock to loosen himself from me.
He pulled and tugged on the buttons of my chemise blouse, undoing all of them. Moving the fabric to the side, he licked and caressed my stomach with his tongue and lips. His hands grabbed, greedy, at my skirt and he ripped down the zipper in the back then wrenched the skirt off with one hasty tug. Sliding one hand beneath my bra, he groped and squeezed at my breast. I squirmed on the ottoman, wriggling in his grasp, reluctant and trying to get free.
Or, my body acted reluctant, but I didn’t want to go anywhere. I whispered shy encouragement to him, over and over. “Yes. Asher. I’m so sorry. Please.”
He pulled aside my panties and licked a ragged line down my stomach towards my belly button, lower to my hips. His tongue left a wet trail across the fabric of my underwear as he bit and nibbled at the cloth. Then lower still, until he pressed his mouth against my slick folds. He sucked and licked at the lips between my legs, kissing them with the same fervid passion he’d used on my mouth. My feet pressed against the library floor and I pushed up and towards him with my hips. I placed my fingers in his hair, holding onto him, but he moved my hands away and made me grab onto the sides of the ottoman instead.
“You dirty slut,” he said, his voice a growl. I looked down at him and he watched my expression with heated awareness. “Why do you keep getting distracted when I order you to do something? First in my office, and now in my home?”
“Asher,” I whimpered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I can’t help it. I…”
“What?” he asked. “Say it.” He lowered his face and licked around my clit, then stuffed two fingers inside me while somehow expecting me to speak.
“I…”
He pushed harder into me, frantically licked me into a frenzy. “Say it!” he roared into my pussy.
“I masturbated in your bathtub,” I yelped.
He paused, completely caught off guard. His finger stopped moving, buried deep inside me, and his tongue lay still on top of the sensitive flesh of my clit. I whimpered and writhed, wanting him so desperately to give me more.#p#分页标题#e#
“You masturbated in my bathtub?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. “The jets and I was and… Asher, please?”
He grinned and added another finger next to the other two pressed hard inside me. His tongue explored every inch of space between my legs. I screamed out his name and tried to press my knees hard together, but he held one of my legs against the ottoman to stop me. My other leg twitched and spasmed, unsure what to do, and then I lost all control of anything. My body quivered, moving up and down, trapped between Asher’s strength and the chair and the ottoman, trembling under his touch.
He never stopped, merely watched me climax. I clamped my eyes shut and squeezed my fingers into the sides of the ottoman, holding on for dear life. His tongue, my God! Inside me, his fingers curled up, pressing against me, finding my g-spot and delivering me into exquisite pleasure. I wanted him so very badly, wanted to grab him and pull him up and undo his pants and wrap my legs around him, squeeze him forward and into me, but I couldn’t think well enough to manage anything like that. Asher plied my body, pulling my orgasm out of me, never relenting.
My breathing stopped and a rush of ecstasy soared through me. I clenched against his fingers inside me and soaked the leather cushions beneath me with my arousal. Too much, so much, I let out a heavy sigh and collapsed on the chair and ottoman while Asher slowed his pace and let me relax.
When I thought I was done, when I thought everything was over, he picked me up and put me on my feet. I stood, knees shaking. Asher stepped away and inspected me once I had some semblance of a proper standing position. The front of my panties were still pushed to the side, wet from his tongue and my climax, and the right side of my bra was out of place from when he’d shoved his hand under it to snatch at my breast.