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“Yup. And she encouraged me to make you relax a little. So, how many orgasms am I delivering today? Two? Three?”
“Three?” I shriek before reaching up and covering my mouth. But then I lower my voice to a whisper. “Damien, you’re insane.”
“How about we make this a competition?”
“What?” I ask nervously as I feel his hands grace the sides of my thighs, pushing my dress up to my hips. He keeps moving the fabric up until my bare ass is sitting on the wood.
“I bet I can make you come more than you can make me.”
I scoff. “Um, that’s not a fair competition, Damien. Men can’t have multiple orgasms like women can. I’d lose by default.”
His smile is devilish. “Exactly. So I win, but you’re the true winner, Char. I’m offering you as many orgasms as I’m capable of,” he grates out, his voice thick with lust. I feel his thumb glide over the silk of my underwear right over my slit, making me arch my back in response. “So why are you saying no?”
“I guess you’re right,” I moan out, closing my eyes as I brace my weight on my arms behind me and feel him hook his thumbs in the band of my underwear, pulling them down and off my legs.
“Of course I am. Can I get that in writing?” he jokes.
“No.”
“Fair enough. I’ll just make sure you never forget the time I was right.”
I reach forward and grip the back of his head as he moves forward, the anticipation killing me. I remember how phenomenal Damien is with his mouth from the other night. Now, four days later, my body obviously didn’t forget either, indicated by how wet I already am and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Pull on my hair, Char. Let me know how much you like this.”
“Damien…shut up and get to work,” I say as I pull his head forward and his tongue makes contact with my clit. “Oh, yes…” Suddenly my reservations about doing this at work have flown out the window completely.
Damien growls and then I brace myself for the onslaught of pleasure he brings to my body at lightning speed. Struggling for air, I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of Damien’s tongue—short flicks, long strokes, kisses to the inside of my thigh before he licks me from bottom to top and then repeats the process. His mouth covers me, feasts on my pussy, and sucks my clit so deep between his lips that I don’t know how long I’m going to last.
“Fuck, Char.”
“It’s so good, Damien.” I’m trying to keep my noises down, but it’s hard when the man before me is giving me the best oral of my life—better than the club because he knows my body more this time, and he’s not afraid to listen to what I tell him. “Harder.” He sucks me harder. “Fingers, please,” I ask as he slides two deep inside of me, filling me up and giving me that pressure and friction that I need in order to reach my climax.
With the hook of his fingers forward, he strokes my G-spot as I feel my pussy flood his fingers, and with a few more strokes of his tongue, I reach the edge and fall over.
“Oh, shit!” I shout before Damien reaches up with his free hand and covers my mouth. I fall back on my desk, breathing through my nose as the tremors make my body quake and I moan against his palm before my body starts to relax. He slowly lifts his hand from my mouth, allowing me to take in a full breath of oxygen, and then he keeps sliding his fingers in and out of my core.
“That’s one.”
I lift my head up from the desk, looking down at him still between my legs, his lips and short beard glistening with my arousal. “Damien, there’s no way I can come again.”
“I promised you multiples, Char, so we have to have at least one more.” I feel him press a finger against my asshole and then suddenly I feel my eyes go wide.
“What are you doing?”
“Up for a little anal play?”
“Um…”
Confession time. I’ve never let a man back there before. I’ve toyed around with things myself out of curiosity because, why not? You don’t know if you like something until you try it, right? But letting a man back there—I’m not so sure I’m ready for that. Although, Damien seems to be reading my body pretty well already. Perhaps he’s the perfect man to give that experience to.
“Okay…”
“You sure? We don’t have to. It was just a suggestion…”
“No.” I cut him off as I feel him rub against my G-spot again with his fingertips, making my body come to life again. “I want you to.”
“Fuck, Char.” He stands, leans over me, and plants his lips on mine, allowing me to taste myself before he pulls away too quickly. “You trusting me is such a fucking turn-on.”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. Those words hit me in the center of my chest.
Trust. That’s a big step for Damien and me.
“Be gentle.”
“I promise I’ll make you feel good,” he says as he sits back down and removes his hand from me. Sliding his pinky finger into his mouth, I watch his lips wrap around the digit before he pops it out, drops his eyes to my exposed flesh in front of him, and then I feel him slide it into my wet pussy as well gathering more lubricant before he presses against the place where no man has gone before.
Jesus, I sound like a voice-over for a space movie right now.
“Relax, Char. I just want you to feel good, babe.” Taking a deep breath, I wait for the push I know will happen, and when it does, the feeling hits me in a slow wave.
“Oh…”
“Fuck, this is so hot.” Damien pushes in his finger and then retracts it just enough to make this forbidden experience entirely too pleasurable, and then I feel his other two fingers slide back into my core at the same time, and I gasp at the intrusion.
“Oh my God…”
“Jesus, Charlotte.” His head moves down again and then his tongue toys with my clit and I’m writhing on my desk. I’m so full, exquisitely full and my senses are overwhelmed. There’s so much going on that I don’t have much time to process it all before I feel my body building back up to another orgasm.
No man has ever given me more than one. Any multiples I’ve ever experienced have been from my hands and toys alone.
But Damien—he’s taking me to a whole new world right now, one that is opening my eyes and heart up to possibilities.
Comfort. Pleasure. Freedom.
It’s what I feel with him, what he gives me, and it’s allowing me to enjoy this experience when I normally wouldn’t have let this happen at all.
But I’m letting it happen with him.
“Damien…”
“I can feel you getting close, Char. Let go, sweetheart. Give it to me,” he says as he goes back to work—flicking his tongue over my clit, sucking it between his lips, moving his fingers in and out of my pussy and asshole at the same time.
And then I’m gone—I detonate, releasing fluid all over my desk, his hand, and his fingers in a silent scream that ends in an exhale and moan that I’ve never made before.
“Holy shit.”
