"You're beautiful," I murmur. She's wearing jeans and a blue, strapless tank, but she could be wearing anything and she'd still be stunning. Her expression lights up, the corners of her mouth lifting in a smile. I'd do anything to put that smile on her face every day. And I will. I don't know where this urge comes from, but it feels right. She rocks back and forth a few inches, and something in her expression changes.
"Blake, not here..." She blushes, which immediately clues me in to her meaning. Obviously, I need to clarify a few things.
"Make no mistake, I will make love to you on every surface-including this desk. But the first time, it'll be on a bed. You'll need to be comfortable, and I'll need it to be solid-because, babe, it'll take a lot for me to get my fill of you. Right now I just want to kiss you...make you come once. I need to hear you cry out."
She licks her lips but has no comeback, which is a first. Instead, she parts her thighs in a silent invitation, exhaling sharply. Her eyes widen as if her own body's reaction to me surprises her.
I kiss her hard, pulling her right to the edge of the desk. She shifts even closer, parting her thighs wider. I love the way she opens up to me like she's inviting me to take all she has to give. She wraps her arms around my neck, sighing into my mouth. It's the sweetest sound, and I'm overcome by the need to lure sounds of pleasure out of her. She fists my hair, growing more desperate.
"Blake, won't anyone-"
"No, I locked the front door. Trust me."
She relaxes against me, trusting me. I won't give her any reason to regret that. Ever. I want to taste and touch every inch of this woman, but that will have to wait until she's in a more comfortable place. This-tonight, is all about her. Still, I'm a red-blooded man, and I haven't had the pleasure of worshiping her breasts. That will change tonight. I push her tank top down and Christ, she's a sight.
Red cheeks with slightly puffed-up lips, her tank top cinched around her waist. The bra is the half-cup type, pushing her breasts up. She looks so sexy, I'm tempted to leave it on. But the need to taste her is greater, so off the bra goes. She's gorgeous. I kiss down her neck, to her chest. She leans back slightly, giving me better access. Her nipples are already puckered and I haven't even touched them. I'm going to remedy that right away. I palm one and take the peak of the other in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Clara moans loudly, arching forward into me.
I graze my teeth lightly around her nipple, watching her. I don't want to push too much so soon. I'm going to drive her over the edge, give her pleasure like she's never had before, but I have to pace myself. She bites her lip, parting her thighs even wider. I've brought her to climax with my mouth now I want to do the same with my fingers. And I want to kiss her when she finishes, capturing the sound.
I unbutton her jeans but don't remove them, just slide my hand under the fabric of her panties, caressing slowly over her pubic bone. She's shuddering with anticipation. I kiss her when I finally lower my fingers over her opening. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. She's so wet and warm, so ready, it damn near kills me not to sink into her right here on this desk. I stroke her, kissing up all her moans, greedy for her sounds. They grow more intense as I find her clit and press around it, against it, finding just the perfect rhythm for her. I wait until she becomes drenched and then slip two fingers inside her, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She shudders almost violently. When I arch my fingers into a come-here motion, she clenches around me.
She digs her fingernails in my arms, arching more against me, and I kiss her hard, claiming her sound of pleasure as she climaxes. Then I hold her close to me, steadying her until her breathing relaxes, whispering sweet and dirty nothings in her ear. I won't deny that knowing I was the first to give her an orgasm is a big boost to my ego. But it's also something more, beyond pride or ego. Just the thought that other men have touched her is torture for me. It's the first time I wish I'd been a woman's first in all the ways. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm experiencing many firsts with Clara, and have a hunch more will follow.
But right now, I need to take care of her, make sure she gets her sleep. She's been working the entire weekend and helped me out tonight. It's high time I took care of her. First step, covering her up, because having her beautiful breasts in my face is tempting fate and my self-control. I did a good job of ignoring the strain in my boxers when I was concentrating on her pleasure, but now I have to grit my teeth.