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“Just do it,” I said through clenched teeth.
I lifted my head and saw Travis arching one of his finely crafted eyebrows at me from between my legs. “Eager beaver, huh?”
Despite myself, I let out an incredulous laugh. “That’s a horrible joke.”
He smiled. “Any joke that gets you to laugh isn’t horrible.”
His humor should’ve dragged me out of the moment, but it just turned me on more. It was one more knob he had access to. One more level of control and power that he used with expert precision. Nobody else could make me laugh like that. And—
Oh.
He pressed his lips against me through the fabric of my panties, then playfully dragged his tongue up them. I thanked all things holy that I’d thought to shower and put on a completely fresh set of clothes right before our date, because this was taking intimate to new heights. But the look on his face told me I had nothing to be self-conscious about.
He was ravenous. For me.
The thought sent shivers of pleasure through me. My body convulsed, thighs pressing against either side of his head as he kissed between my legs again, bathing me with the delicious heat of his breath.
Instead of sliding my panties down, he just hooked his thumb in the fabric and pushed them to the side, revealing me.
He buried his face there after a brief moment of admiration, and I felt bliss like I’d never imagined.
I closed my eyes tight even though I wanted to watch and arched my back. My head arched back, too, lifting me part way off the bed as I squeezed the sheets in both fists like I was about to be yanked off the surface of the Earth.
His lips were velvet, and his tongue was a flirtatious flame. I couldn’t completely wrap my head around the sensations, but he moved his hand to join the fun and it was all too much. I couldn’t say what was his finger, his tongue, or his lips, but it felt like a whirlwind of ecstasy. My vision flashed with stars, and I realized I’d been holding my breath. I let out a ragged gasp, then sucked in a breath and moaned embarrassingly loud.
The reaction seemed to encourage Travis to work even more magic. He started to do something with his tongue I couldn’t quite figure out—almost like he was twirling it or rolling it inside me, all while his thumb rubbed a precise circle around my clit.
An orgasm ripped out of some unknown depths without warning. My body shivered, shook, and tensed. After a few moments, I realized I was basically squeezing his head as hard as I could with my thighs and relaxed as much as I could. He lifted his face with a satisfied smirk. “My turn,” he said.
I thought he was about to ask me to return the favor. He just slid his boxers down and revealed his erection. I wasn’t exactly an expert on penises, but some instinctive part of me found it to be as perfect as the rest of him. He positioned himself over me, gripped himself, and then slid into me. I was soaking wet from the work he’d just done. I wrapped my hand around his broad back, hugging him tight as he began to work into a rhythm against me.
It all just felt right. I had no shame. No guilt. No doubts. Except… A distant voice reminded me I still didn’t know why he was posing as Barry Boulders and working at my office, but now wasn’t the time. I trusted Travis, and I wasn’t going to let that niggling doubt ruin tonight.
I cleared my head and dove back into the moment. I let my body take over, wrapping my legs around him and grinding up against him as he pounded against me.
I expected him to keep me in the same position, but he pulled out and motioned for me to flip over after a little while. “On your knees,” he said. His voice was deep and full of command without any of his usual humor present.
“Bossy,” I said.
Travis ignored me and flipped me to my stomach, then lifted my ass up by the hips. My face was pressed against the pillow, and I was surprised to instantly find the position incredibly hot. I felt absolutely at his mercy, and I felt sexy beyond all reason. The idea of being his plaything—his woman to move and position as he saw fit appealed to some kinky corner of my brain. As long as he only saw me that way in the bedroom, I thought I could very much learn to enjoy the feeling of giving up control to him—of being his toy.
He slid himself into me from behind. I could hear how much he was enjoying himself with each thrust as it drew out a deep breath from him. He gripped me harder until it almost hurt, pounding against me until the loudest sound was the slap of our bodies meeting again and again.
