“I’m going to kiss you, Ava,” he says, flattening his palm against my back to pull me nearer to him. “There are kisses and then there arekisses. Yours are the later. I could kiss you for hours and still not get enough.”
Holy mackerel!Not wanting to give him a chance to recant his statement, I brazenly propel onto my tippy toes and seal my mouth over his. A rough groan tears from his throat when my tongue plunges into his mouth. He gently grabs my hips and guides me towards him. I can feel how hard he is. Hot, thick, and long. Unlike the last few times we kissed, this one is more controlled. Sweet and tender.
“Hugo,” I whimper, my voice needy when he pulls his sultry lips away from mine.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you in that dress,” he says, peppering my jawline with feathery kisses.
My skin prickles from the coolness of the glass washroom door when I lean against it, stabilizing myself from his breathtaking kiss. A spark of ardor surges through the air as he nibbles on the skin of my neck and collarbone before moving even lower. His lust-blazed eyes lift to mine as his index finger runs along the material of my dress sitting at the edge of my cleavage. His eyes silently seek my permission. I brazenly nod.
My head flops back as a husky moan spills from my lips after he pulls down the damp material of my dress and encloses his warm mouth over my pebbled nipple. I exhale a shaky moan when a transfixing jolt gushes through my body and clusters in my core. My hand shoots out, seeking something to grab when his tongue teases my nipple into a tight, constricted bud. My search comes up empty-handed.
“You have beautiful nipples, Ava,” he says breathlessly, staring at my taut buds.
Surprisingly, my nipples harden even more. He smiles, loving my body’s reaction to his touch. He stares up at me as he gently bites on my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh god,” I cry out when the power of his suck overwhelms me.
I rake my fingers through his long, thick hair as he secures his mouth to my breast. The tension in my womb rapidly builds with every perfect flick of his tongue and tweak of his fingers.
“I-I--”
Any words about to spill from my parched lips become lodged in my throat when he slithers his spare hand down to squeeze the curve of my backside. His hand is so large, the tips of his fingers graze the uncontrollable throb in the middle of my legs. A moan I’ve never heard before rumbles through my lips as his fingers lightly brush my weeping folds.
He slips my panties to the side and glides his finger inside of me, causing my knees to buckle and my nails dig into his shoulder. The walls of my pussy squeeze and massage his digit with every thrust. Between his mouth teasing my nipples and his finger finding the spot many men can’t, I shamefully moan like I’m starring in an adult film production.
“Please. I. Umm.”
The ability to form an entire sentence is beyond me as a toe-curling sensation triggers a scattering of fireworks to form in front of my eyes. Sensing my silent requirement, the pad of his thumb rolls over the stiff bud of my clit. One, two, three strokes and I’m done. My knees buckle and Hugo’s name tears from my throat in an ear-piercing scream, without the slightest bit of concern about the horde of people milling only mere feet from us.
He eases the pace of his thrusts, slowly guiding me down from the earth-shattering orgasm that just rocketed through my body. Once the tremors lessen, I glance down at him. Staring into my eyes, he removes his finger from my pulsating pussy. My breath hitches when he graces me with a heart-stopping smile before popping his finger into his mouth to remove the evidence of my arousal from his glistening digit.
He growls. “Your pussy tastes even sweeter than your mouth.”
His teeth tugs on the erect peak of my nipple before he savors the skin on my neck and collarbone. I can taste my excitement on his mouth when he seals his lips over mine. Even just enduring a mind-hazing climax, a hot trickle of desire reforms in my womb. I comb my fingers through his hair, playfully tugging on the damp tips.
The thump of my heart increases when a throaty growl seeps from his mouth. I pull him closer, deepening our kiss at the same time the sound of a door being open clatters through my ears. A shameful whimper leaks from my swollen lips when Hugo briskly pulls away and shifts his head to the side. Thankfully, his large frame conceals me as I adjust the material of my dress back to a more respectable level.
“Is everything okay in here?” questions a male voice with a thick drawl.
“Everything is fine, Roger. We’ll be out in a minute,” Hugo replies.
The deep ruggedness of his voice causes a tingling sensation to run the length of my spine. After a beat, the sound of the office door closing sounds through the room. Hugo’s gaze returns to me. His eyes float over my face, absorbing my flushed expression.
“What is it with us always being interrupted?” he asks, his tone both playful and irritated.
I smile and shrug my shoulders. “Cursed?” I say, my voice breathless, still reeling from my shattering climax.
When his tongue delves out to lick his top lip, his eyes flare. “If Roger wasn’t outside that door, waiting for us, I would be feasting on your sweet-tasting pussy until the sun is hanging high in the sky.”
The cotton material of my panties dampens, causing me to squeeze my legs together, futilely trying to lessen the intense throb of my clit begging for his attention. The rawness of the hunger in his eyes steals my ability to breathe. He smiles at my flushed cheeks before stepping away from me.
Engrossed by an active imagination, I’m vaguely aware of Hugo moving around me, gathering articles and rearranging my clothing. I’m too entranced by what just transpired for my brain to function. Once everything is back in order, Hugo encloses his hand over mind and we pace towards the door. The gentleman with a thick silver moustache I now know is called Roger greets us with a nod of his head and a set of straight-lined lips.
Hugo dips his head in greeting before briskly striding down the hallway. My feet scuttle across the tiled floor, scurrying to keep up with his large strides.
I swallow the dryness in my throat. “Was that Roger’s office?” I query, my voice mortified.
Hugo smiles and shakes his head. “Nope,” he replies, guiding me out of the corridor. “That was my office.”
