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I nodded and tried to answer, but the most I managed was a heady little whine. He seemed to approve of that sound, however, and pushed himself up just slightly enough so he could look at my face.
I had to be an absolute mess at that point, with my lips kiss swollen and sweat starting to bead on my forehead. My hair was everywhere, and I wasn’t entirely sure that my cheeks weren’t literally on fire. But he looked at me like I was something perfect, and it was a bit intimidating, if I was honest.
His fingers pulled at my nipple yet again, teasing and worrying at it until I was writhing against him. Just when I thought that I was being stretched tauter than a bow and couldn’t get any more tightly strung, his hand left my breast to slide between my legs.
“Oh, oh my God,” I whimpered beneath him as his fingers slid easily through me. I could feel how wet I was, and it was vaguely embarrassing. Did it make me seem easy? Or desperate? I didn’t have enough experience to know, but judging by the groan that Mr. Fitzgerald let out, it wasn’t exactly a bad thing.
“You’re a fucking dream, Bev,” he whispered hotly into the side of my neck before his teeth caught me again. The dull bit of pain just intensified the impossible pleasure going through me, and I didn’t even think to worry about getting a mark that someone might see.
I opened my mouth to respond, but then his fingers were at my apex, circling around that little button that was oh-so-ready to be touched.
He teased me, winding around it over and over again until I felt like I might just go insane right then and there. Finally, just when I wanted to hit him in frustration, he put direct pressure on that bundle of nerves.
I let out a wanton moan, head falling back against the pillow, but I could hear the smile in his voice as he talked.
“That’s in, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. Just let go.”
Oh, I wanted to, I did, but I felt like I was being wound tighter than a top, all the muscled in my body bearing down on a single point of sensation that was driving me utterly insane.
Then his hand shifted, turning so that it was his thumb stimulating my clit. I didn’t get why the change was necessary until I felt a finger slide into me.
“Oh!”
There was a slight pinch, then a feel of slightly uncomfortable stretching. I tensed, and Mr. Fitzgerald was pressing gentle kisses all over my face.
“Just relax,” he soothed, his finger gently pulling out of me before sliding in again. “Breathe for me, okay?”
I nodded, drawing a deep breath in and then letting it out. Once I got over the foreign surprise of the pressure, it wasn’t that bad, and the pleasured throbbing from his thumb’s work quickly overrode it.
“You ready to keep going?” he murmured, deep, dark eyes seeming to stare all the way through to my soul. “We don’t have to.”
“Please,” I panted, my arms wrapping around his shoulder to try to yank him to me. “Please, keep going.”
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to the side of my head.
All I could do was hang on as he slid another finger into me. Now the pressure was more intense, and I found my lower half trying to bare down on his digits, as if I could push them out of my body.
“You’re so tight for me, sweetheart. You’ve gotta relax, okay?”
“How am I supposed to relax?” I panted, that hot rise of a climax burning towards me once more.
“Like this,” he responded, applying more pressure with his thumb and curling his fingers inside of me while making a ‘come here’ motion.
I didn’t know what he touched, but whatever it was felt like it caused an explosion inside of me, and then I was coming even harder than I had on his desk. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. Everything in the world vanished, leaving only the unadulterated waves of ecstasy that were shorting out my brain.
“Shit, Mr. Fitzgerald! Shit!” I cried out between my wanton moans, no other words coming to mind. He held me until I finally let go of him and melted into a mess on the sheets.
“You can call me Fitz at this stage of the game.”
“Oh, so this is a game then?” I wheezed, feeling like a sack of putty. I didn’t care what I looked like or how sweaty I was, I was far too blissed out. “In that case, new high score.”
He laughed slightly then pulled away from me enough to lean over the side of the bed. I just watched him, only vaguely curious, until I saw him pull a condom from his nightstand.
