Mortified yet impossibly aroused, Iris obeyed. Her fingers slid through the slick heat already gathering there while her other hand held onto him as he watched her intently. Iris let out a soft whimper as the first wave of pleasure rocked through her body.
“That’s it,” Blaise rasped so close to her lips, but he did not kiss her. “You are so beautiful, Iris.”
“Blaise,” she whispered his name, cheeks burning as her fingers moved faster. “I wish it were your hand.”
He settled a large hand on her hip, steadying her, while the other guided her fingers in slow, circular motions on her sensitivespot. She moaned and almost lost her balance as her body began to writhe against him.
“And I wish we were in my special room right now,” Blaise growled in her ear. His voice was thick with desire. “I have so much planned for you in there.”
Iris moaned, her hips rocking against their hands as Blaise applied pressure. The image he painted of them in that room was sinful and intoxicating.
“Please, tell me what you are going to do to me,” she begged.
Blaise chuckled. “No, Little Blossom, that is not how it works. I would rather show you.”
Iris’s control seemed to be fraying as Blaise pulled her against him suddenly and captured her mouth in a fierce, devouring kiss. His tongue swept inside, claiming her as his. Iris moaned, and he swallowed the sound.
He tastes divine.
His hands roamed greedily over her bare skin, and Iris melted into him, fingers tangling in his dark curls as she kissed him back with equal hunger. Blaise lifted her effortlessly, setting her on the edge of the desk until papers scattered to the floor, all but forgotten. His mouth trailed down her neck, sucking and biting gently at the sensitive skin while one hand kneaded her breast, rolling her delicate nipple between his fingers.
“Blaise,” she gasped, arching into his touch. “I thought you were going to draw me?”
His gaze ran over her body. “Look at yourself, Iris. I cannot draw you. I must taste you first.”
“Taste me?” Iris was unsure what to expect and feared she would not perform well.
Blaise stepped away from her, causing her to whimper. “Where are you going?”
“To paradise, I believe.” He suddenly dropped to his knees before her, parting her thighs wide until she gasped again.
“Blaise, what are you doing?” She gasped; her shame was unbearable, but Blaise was enraptured with what he saw.
“Let me taste you, Little Blossom.”
Before she could protest, his mouth was on her core, and Iris cried out as his tongue delved between her folds, licking and sucking with devastating skill. He groaned against her, and the vibration sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her entire body. Blaise gripped her hips, holding her steady as he feasted on her.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmured against her slick flesh. “You are so perfect…”
The combination of his praise and his tongue circling her swollen pearl was pushing her over the edge. She had never experienced such intense pleasure before. It was a million times better than their dinner escapade.
“Blaise, what are you doing to me?” Her mind spiraled with the intensity as she watched him.
“Just enjoy it, Blossom, and let go.” She felt his lips curve against her skin before he dived in again.
Iris felt as though she was on the brink of madness. Blaise’s hands tightened around her thighs, spreading her wider still and taunting her with his tongue. She wanted to beg him for more, but she already felt that familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach. She lay back, unable to keep herself up any longer. Iris closed her eyes and did what he told her to; she enjoyed every sensation that coursed through her. She moaned his name, and her body began to move in synch with him.
Blaise shifted between her legs but did not stop pleasuring her. Iris felt her pulse quicken, and the tightening in her belly became almost unbearable.
“Blaise!” she gasped his name, and the world around her collapsed. “Do not stop!”
This time, he obeyed her as she shattered with a broken cry, her thighs wrapped around his shoulders while waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. Iris grabbed his hair as she rocked against him, and Blaise drank her up like a thirsty man. Shecried out when she felt a sharp release and shuddered on the cold desk as her pleasure escalated and dropped slowly.
“That is my girl.” Blaise rose slowly, placing her feet gently on the desk and spreading her again.
Iris saw his bulging manhood in his hand. She felt oddly jealous and wanted to pleasure him too.
“Stay still,” he commanded her roughly.
