I feel the heat creep up my neck. It’s one thing when the attention is turned on him. When he’s the one being watched. He’s the one talking about masturbating.
But I mean, I’m only human. I was in a towel. He had just given me the most erotic experience of my life.
Of course, I masturbated after.
He doesn’t give me any time to answer though. He slides out of his seat, down to his knees, right in front of me. His warm hands touch my knees.
“Tell me, Mel”—his eyes turn dark, his voice deep— “did you touch that pretty pink pussy of yours?”
My teeth scrape my bottom lip as I nod my head, the words getting stuck in the back of my throat.
He moans while moving his hands up my legs.
“I’m going to let that one slide.” His hands slide to my hips, and he squeezes hard. Hard enough to leave marks. “But from now on … your pussy is mine. I get to play with it. If you need a release, you text me.”
He unbuttons my jeans, then slowly pulls at the zipper, exposing the top of my red lace underwear.
His eyebrows narrow as he slides my jeans down my hips and to my thighs. I lift my legs and let him glide them all the way off, and then I place my feet back on the ground, legs spread open.
I should be slightly embarrassed. He’s staring at me, and I’m on display. But all I feel is heat engulfing my body as I wait.
“I’ve thought about tasting your pussy every single day since I touched you in my office,” he admits as he trails his fingers gently backup my thighs.
He scoots in closer to me and rises up on his knees. He pulls my sweater up and over my head.
“Fuck, Mel,” he growls when he sees my bra. “You’re breathtaking.”
Then he places a soft kiss on my stomach, right above my belly button. It instantly sends a shiver down my spine.
I watch him as he drags his lips down to my hip and kisses there, then moves across my belly to the other side. He lowers himself and pushes my legs further apart. He stares at my pussy before kissing me on my clit over my panties, then licks.
I feel my jaw fall as I watch.
Why does every single move of his make my body react so strongly?
“Do you want me to lick you, Mel?” he asks.
I didn’t realize this was a question that needed an answer, but I see anger take over his face when I don’t.
I swallow hard. “Yes,” I whisper.
He nods. “Good girl. That’s what I want to hear.”
With his thumb, he pulls my panties to the side. I can already feel how wet I am, and he confirms it.
“Baby, you are dripping for me.” He moves his thumb from my folds up to my clit, dragging my arousal with it.
Then he pushes it back and forth over my clit, and the feeling makes me wiggle in my chair. The moment he licks me with no barrier, my hips rise off the chair as I gasp.
He groans and grabs my hips, pulling me fully against his mouth. With his lips pressed against me, his tongue works magical circles around my clit. I grab the back of the chair with my hands as I begin to pant.
His eyes hold mine, making the entire thing more intimate. His green eyes are mesmerizing. More than that is just how much he seems to be into what he is doing.
He lifts my legs and swings them over his shoulders, scooting me further down the chair as he sucks on my clit with excellent pressure and precision.
Once he places his fingers inside of me and curls them up, it’s over. I come harder than I thought possible. I’m slightly mortified when he pulls away and I see his face is covered and dripping in my release.
He wipes his chin. “Fucking perfect.”
