The Virgin Intern(25)

“Really?”

“It was more fun than working on my cases. I plan to thoroughly ruin you, Ms. Grayson.”

I can hear the lust that laces his words, and I shudder as he moves from my mouth to my jaw, then up to my ear. He bites it gently, sucking down the side to the lobe, grazes it again with his teeth. I used to make fun of moments like this—I never thought that someone sucking on my ear could be hot.

I was wrong.

My body is already singing and he’s barely touched me. He whispers, “For hours I’ve been imagining the sounds you’ll make when you come tonight.”

“What are you planning?”

He chuckles darkly. “And ruin the surprise? No.” He bites my neck, smoothing away the pain with his tongue. “But I am very certain it is something that you have never done before. All you need to do is feel. And come.”

My heart skips and speeds up. “Okay.”

I close my eyes, and do as he says. I concentrate on the sensation as he pulls the blankets back, the feeling of slipping fabric as he undresses me piece by piece, the whispers of fingers and lips in unexpected places. His hands part my thighs, curving around and lifting my legs toward my chest. I feel the air on my pussy and the vulnerability of this position as I’m spread open in front of him.

He gives me a long, slow lick and I groan, biting my lip to keep my volume in check. Tongue is swirled across my clit and back, and I close my eyes again, just feeling. He dips a finger inside of me, and then two, curling them against the walls of my pussy in a way that makes me jump. Then there are three fingers in me, each running along that sensitive place, and I feel my orgasm building more quickly than I’ve ever felt. My breath is gone and I’m gasping, small moans escaping with each exhale. Andrew knows I’m on the edge and he slows his pace, holding me there.

Then I feel his tongue against my ass and the touch is so sudden and unexpected, I come. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming as my pussy convulses around his hand, pleasure shattering outward in a starburst. Andrew doesn’t stop fucking me with his hand, forcing wave after wave of lightning to wash over me. He wrings every ounce of the orgasm from me, leaving me spent, my limbs feeling like jelly.

He pulls his fingers out of me, and I moan at the loss. I feel his teeth nip at the inside of my thigh and I jump. Andrew’s hands are sliding on my skin and gripping my hips and then—

Oh. My. God.

Andrew’s mouth is locked against my ass, his tongue pressing at the opening. He sucks and swirls, the sensation so strange and new, the idea so shocking that I’m dripping again.

The tip of his tongue draws a line from my ass up to my clit, dipping deep into my pussy on the way. He sucks his way back down, and I’m panting. My fingers find his hair and I pull him against me, needing more of this, more of what he’s doing to me, more of his mouth, more of everything. He’s sucking at my ass and I think I might be delirious. I’m saying things and Andrew’s name and I’m pleading with him to make me come again and I’ve never felt like this.

One of his hands finds my clit and I’m so slick that his fingers slide against me. Andrew presses his tongue against the bud of my ass and presses, and again, and again, thrusting his jaw against me. He’s circling my clit with his thumb and fucking my ass with his tongue and I can’t hold on any longer.

“Andrew,” I moan, so close to the edge I can barely form words.

His mouth finds my pussy as I break open, swallowing the flood of my juices spilling out. My fingers dig into his scalp and my hips are working against his face as what feels like bliss spills over my skin and through my nerves. There is nothing behind my eyes but light, nothing in my brain but ecstasy. I ride the orgasm for what feels like forever and it’s still not long enough.

My heart is pounding in my ears as I come back to myself. Andrew’s lips are still against my pussy. He kisses me there softly, almost tenderly, and it still makes my body jump. He climbs up to hover above me, kissing me on the mouth. I can taste myself on his lips and the realization makes my body heat up all over again.

“Was that worth your while?” he asks, his voice raspy.

“I think that’s an understatement.”

“I’m glad.” He wraps his arms around me and fits my back against his chest. My entire body is languid and relaxed, muscles warm and pliant after his attention.

“I’ve never done anything like that before.”

Andrew laughs softly in my ear. “I know.”

I love that he’s not afraid of my innocence. I love that he spent the day planning how to give me pleasure. I also really love the way we fit together, skin to skin and legs a little tangled. My mind starts to think things that are dangerous about how much I’m enjoying this, and I force those thoughts back.