He looked at me again and I nodded. He could bite me all he wanted because I truly enjoyed it.
“Are you okay?” he asked and I nodded.
He smiled and took my other nipple in his mouth, biting down softly at first, then harder. He trailed his mouth down the middle of my stomach and to my belly button. Shivers ran through my body, but it got worse when I realized where he was heading. No one had ever touched me there, except me, of course, and this man who was almost a stranger was heading to my pussy like he owned it. I knew I should stop him, but I couldn’t possibly stop him even if I wanted to. I was too turned on to turn back, and I knew from his grunts and moans he wanted me as badly as I did him.
He pulled my skirt down roughly. The only thing that stood between him and my pussy was a pair of white panties that were by no means sexy at all. In fact, I was embarrassed about my panties. I hadn’t planned on sleeping with the enemy when I came to his office, so wearing sexy panties was not on my to-do list. He didn’t even seem to notice my discomfort with my underwear. He put his fingers on the band and pulled them off quicker than I could ever have imagined.
As the panties slid down my legs, I felt some of my wetness on my inner thighs. He had turned me on more than I had thought possible. I reached my hand over his head, feeling a need to give back the pleasure. I yanked his shirt over his head, baring his torso. He was beautiful, but before I could admire his entire body, his face had returned to my body and was dangerously between my legs. I closed my eyes, expecting a finger or his cock inside me. But instead, I felt the warmth of his tongue as it settled on my clit. He was going to lick me. I froze as his lips touched mine, wondering how it was going to feel and how he felt being down there, but those thoughts went away as he licked my juices.
"Sara," he moaned as he licked me.
I could sense his arousal even though I hadn’t touched his cock. I wanted so desperately to touch his cock and tried to stand up so I could touch his shoulder, but he pushed me back to lying position.
“Plenty of time for me,” he said. "Relax."
I relaxed and let the sensation whirling in my pussy envelope the rest of my body and take over my senses. He licked my clit for so long it seemed it would never end, and each time his tongue touched me, I shivered, my sex becoming wetter. I was afraid I would come before he penetrated me, and I really wanted to feel him inside me.
"Please," I begged, moaning softly, trying to pull him up to me.
"Please what?" he teased. “Tell me what you want, Sara.”
"I need you," I said shyly.
He moved up from my pussy and lay on me, pinning me down with his body. I reached out to trace his body. I could definitely tell this man was an outdoors person. He had the definition to show for it. I realized there was so much more about him I didn’t know, but this was not the time to ask questions.
"You sure this is what you want?" he teased.
"Yes," I said, then I noticed him glance at the door.
I remembered we were in his office and the door was unlocked. I wanted to ask him to lock the door, but I knew the moment would be lost if I did that. He must have read my mind. He looked at me and pulled me close to him.
"Don’t worry. No one comes in without my permission.”
I nodded. I wanted to ask about his sister, but she had more important things to worry about than chasing after who Nick was fucking. He didn’t let my worries linger; he quickly pulled his pants off. I closed my eyes, fearful of what I would see.
"Open your eyes," he said gently, reaching out to take my hands away from my eyes. “You can touch it," he whispered.
I let him guide my hands towards him, holding my breath in anticipation of what I’d feel. I didn't know what to expect, having never touched a man's cock. It was warm and firm and he was ready for me. He flipped me around and pinned me down on the sofa. His fingers touched my pussy.
"So warm and wet," he murmured.
I touched his cock, fighting the urge to beg him to fuck me hard. Wet and warm was nice, but all I wanted was to feel him deep in me. He understood what I needed; he positioned himself at my entrance, causing me to inhale sharply. I knew it would hurt, but I was ready. He started by gently nudging at me, like his cock was trying me out for size. After a few nudges, he slid into me, not all the way at first. I stiffened, and he could feel it. He looked at me, our eyes catching.
“This is your first time.” It was a statement, not a question. I felt ashamed that I had no experience in sex. Lying to him was not going to work because he was so experienced he could tell a virgin from an expert.