I already told him I'm not kinky, but the words get stuck in my throat. I can't say them.
Maybe because I don't believe them?
Who cares anyway, he knows what I want.
Then I think, maybe he's making sure I know it too.
And besides, if I didn't before, I do now.
That's when the words finally come to me. "All day long I couldn't stop thinking about you fucking me with your mouth. I imagined you came to see me on your lunch break, and that you whisked me away to the bathroom, where you lifted my skirt and fucked me with your tongue until I came all over your face."
His exultant groan echoes around the room, and then let's go of my ankles. "Stand up," he orders.
The tone of his voice makes my pulse race, and I scurry as fast as I can to stand up. Just as I do, he takes a seat, like a king, sitting on his throne. I have the oddest urge to put my hands behind my back, so I do.
"That's it, Tess," he says, grabbing my hips and moving me between his legs. Once I'm in place, he drops to his knees where he places his mouth on my pussy and his hands on my ass. His fingers skate up the middle and back down. Over and over. All the while, kissing my soft flesh lightly.
"I want to make you feel good." His voice grows hoarse. "Do you want that?"
"You know I do."
He nips at my inner thigh. "Say yes, Tess."
I throw my head back. "Yes."
I can feel his grin. "That's what I want to hear. Now I'm going to lick you, suck you between my lips, taste you, eat you until you scream."
My breath catches on his words.
True to his word, he starts to suck and lick me, and the muscles in my thighs begin to tremble and tighten. Then he slides a finger inside me, and I wonder how it is something like this has never felt this good before.
"Oh, God, yes," I whimper. "I don't think I stand much longer."
I'm on my back in a hot minute, and he's hovering between my legs with his mouth on my bare flesh and his tongue circling my clit.
His tongue slides inside me, fucking me in slow, sensual strokes. Over and over, he continues to lick and suck me. Soon, I arch in ecstasy and cry out as the sensations take over me and I have to remind myself to breathe.
"Come for me," he says huskily, raising his head to look up my body.
"I want to wait and come with you," I pant, writhing in pleasure beneath him.
"Come all over my mouth, Tess. I'll work you up again, I promise."
"Okay," I moan when he slides his tongue back inside me, fiercer than before, as if tasting me from the inside. "Yes," I moan even louder when he slips his thumb over my clit, rolling it as he continues to lick and suck in perfect rhythm.
"You're so tight. So wet. So ready," he groans.
I close my eyes as I start to lose myself.
I clutch the sheets.
Just then my ass comes off the bed, and I thrust upward at the pressure he exerts with his thumb. "Now, Tess," he growls. "Let go."
He strokes me with his thumb and his fingers and his tongue, and I am unable to hold back any longer. I come in a hard rush, going wild beneath him. My inner muscles clamp around his fingers, my legs close against his head, anchoring him to me, and my toes curl as pleasure rips through me. I roll my hips and buck, as wave after wave of my orgasm takes control of me.
I know it is so cliché when a woman says she sees stars, but I see stars, the moon, and every planet in the solar system. I never want this amazing feeling to end. When I finally stop moaning and float down to earth, he pulls his face away from my pussy.
I miss his warm breath there immediately.
Standing in front of me, he leans down and places his palms on either side of my shoulders, and then he kisses me.
Pulling back slightly, he stares into my eyes. "Do you taste how sweet you are?"
Heat rushes to my cheeks.
He lifts my chin. "Don't be embarrassed. You taste like sweet honey, and I want you to taste it."
I sigh and slide my hands over his shoulders. "Take your shirt off."
He laughs, "Round two?"
I nod. "You promised me you'd make me come again, this time I want you to do it with your cock."
He raises a brow, impressed with my dirty talk. "If you insist," he says, pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it to the ground. He then drops beside me so we are facing each other and I run my fingers down his smooth chest, tracing every line and muscle. When I reach the top of his jeans, I look at him.
His face is filled with desire.
"Take your pants off."
His eyes sparkle with amusement as he lifts his torso and lowers them, kicking them off easily. Immediately, his cock stands straight up. He is long and hard and beautiful. And I can't wait to touch him. I have him in my hand and am stroking him before he has even laid back down.