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“Is this alright?” he asked, voice rumbling in his chest and I could practically feel it through my thighs.
“Uh-huh.”
I couldn’t manage anything more eloquent, but he just chuckled at that and returned to his previous work. I lifted one of my hands, biting at my knuckles and reminding myself that two secretaries were just on the other side of all the shuttered glass.
He kissed me again, pressing a little harder against that button. Pleasure washed through me, almost drowning, and I was once more struck by the impossibility of it all. I was in my boss’ office, letting him eat me out like it was some sort of porno, and I was loving it.
Then his tongue came into play, sliding through me and swirling a bit at my entrance. I let out a strangled sort of sound which just made Mr. Fitzgerald chuckle against me. And boy, if that sound didn’t do things for me with its pleasant vibration.
His continued to move against me and the uncertainty I felt faded with each swipe of his tongue. Sure, I had heard plenty of my girlfriends talking about how good it felt to get head from someone who knew what they were doing, but I had always assumed that they were exaggerating.
They were not.
He was better than my fingers. Just as good as my vibrator and way less work. Just when I thought I had his game figured out, he picked up one of my legs and put it over his shoulder, allowing him to press his face even deeper into me.
“Oh my God,” I gasped again, one of my hands reaching down to grasp for his hair. “How are you even breathing?” I didn’t know where I had found those words, but they quickly faded again as his tongue slid into me, going where no one else had ever gone.
I let out another yelp and bucked into his mouth. I didn’t even have time to feel self-conscious, because then he was gripping my hips with both hands and pulling me as tightly to his mouth as physically possible.
It didn’t take much beyond that, just a few more licks with his nose sliding past that tense button, and then I was climaxing so hard that I swore I pulled something in my shoulders.
The world went white at the first wave of pleasure, then more and more color swept in with each successive burst of euphoria until I collapsed against the top of his desk, breathing hard.
I wasn’t sure what exactly happened for several moments. I was vaguely aware of my leg being gently removed from his shoulder, then he was leaning over me.
His face blocked out the light for a moment and I felt myself blushing again when I saw how shiny his lips were from pleasuring me.
“Still think I don’t know how to treat a lady?” he asked ruefully, grinning like he was proud of himself.
“I…” Part of me wanted to say something clever, but I was still so blissed out that I couldn’t figure which words meant what. “I didn’t know it could feel that good.”
“What, being eaten out in the middle of my office?”
I shook my head. “No. I mean, yes, but I was mostly referring to someone else giving me an orgasm.”
He paused for a moment, and I could tell that he was processing everything I said. “When you said that you were a virgin, how inexperienced are you?”
He offered me a hand and pulled me into a sitting position, handing me my cup so I could drink water greedily. He was being surprisingly tender considering that we had definitely broken about a thousand and one rules in the code of conduct. Was this what it was supposed to be like?
“I meant what I said when I said, ‘all of the above’.”
He seemed to grow more serious at that, and he stepped just far enough back so he could look at my face. “So, no one’s ever gone down on you?”
“Nope,” I said, my face coloring again. I’d thought we’d already had this conversation, but apparently virgin didn’t mean totally and completely inexperienced. Ugh. What was wrong with me!? “Just you.”
“Fingered you?”
I shook my head.
“Really, not even some heavy petting.”
“I told you, I was busy.”
He made a disbelieving sound at that. “Your poor high school boyfriend. I can’t imagine being a teenager and making out with you in the back of a car only to go home and take a cold shower.”
“Uh, I didn’t have a high school boyfriend.”
“Fine. College then.”
I could quickly sense where the conversation was going but I couldn’t stop myself. “I didn’t have a boyfriend in college either. So, I can happily say that the only person who might have had to take a cold shower after kissing me is you.”
He was pressed against me again, his face so serious that it was downright intimidating. “Bev, am I the only person who’s ever kissed you?”
