His tongue sweeps over me and I moan through my fingers.He claims my clit like his mouth has always owned it and I utter a sound so deep, I don’t even recognize my voice.
He draws my clit into his mouth and I’m burning and aching…so close, then he pulls back.
I cry out my dismay.Then he touches me again.A sweet kiss between my legs.A sudden probing of my body with his tongue.He laps at me and I begin the feverish trek again.
I’m almost…he stops.
“Locke!Please.”
His lips find me.He swipes his mouth lightly across my clit and I shiver.
“I need…” I whisper.
He’s gentle.Giving me…not enough.Pulling back.Teasing me.
I reach under his jacket and thread my fingers through his hair.“Please.”I urge his mouth toward me.“Take me…I beg you.”
He sucks my clit then thrusts into me with his tongue, fucking me relentlessly.I slide lower in the seat, offering more of myself to him.
I moan in rhythm to his tongue thrusts and writhing.It’s too intense.Too much.Too good.
“Locke,” I say his name on a whisper.“Please don’t stop.Please…”
He finds my G-spot.A live wire.Flooding me with sensation.I cry his name to the stars with my release.My body surges forward in the seat and Locke puts his hand on my stomach, anchoring me while he continues to taste me.
Once I’m spent, I think that’s it, there’s no way anything could top that, but he proves me wrong as his mouth takes me again.
Bone melting orgasms.I’d heard of them but never experienced it until now.“Lucky me,” I say in a ragged voice.
“It’s lucky me,” he says, scooping me up.
I loop my arms around his neck, and he doesn’t take his eyes off mine, gazing at me like he’ll never let go as he carries me to the bedroom below.
Then he lowers me to my feet and takes off my shirt and bra.
Locke holds me at arm’s length and looks at my bare body.
I’m aware of how heavy my breasts feel.Of how my nipples ache for his touch.I’m aware of the wetness between my legs.
He reaches for my breasts and swipes his thumbs across my nipples.“I’ve imagined this so often but thought it would remain just a fantasy of mine.”
I start unbuttoning his shirt, then push it down his arms.His body is as perfect as I thought it would be.Muscled and toned.Strong and hard.“You were having thoughts about your married assistant?”
“My fake-married assistant and you deserve a spanking for lying.”
“Is that right?”I murmur reaching for his belt buckle.
“It is and after getting a good spanking, that’ll teach you to be a good girl.”
He trails his fingers down my side, then grips my ass, pulling me against his pants.I feel his cock press into me.
“I imagined bending you over my desk and taking you the first time you walked into my office.”
“I imagined us fucking in your desk chair.You sitting back and me holding your tie while I rode you.”I unzip his pants and my fingers brush his bulge.He sucks in a hard breath.
“Mmm…what do you have tucked away in here?”
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
