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I pull his shirt off and rub my hands down his torso, my fingers tangling with his tuft of chest hair.
“I don’t want our first time to be in this office,” he says.
“I agree,” I say, sputtering out words between breaths. The area between my legs aches, screaming at me for having self-control. “Maybe we can dosomething,though.”
I can barely breathe as he slips a strap off my shoulder and my back arches as his tongue flicks my nipple. He travels back to my lips, his hand cradling me. I’m a woman possessed as I undo his belt and slip my hand into his jeans to feel his hard length.
“You first,” he says as he unbuttons my pants and I wiggle out of them with his help. As he pulls one pant length off, one at a time, I get a glimpse at his hard, broad chest, his defined abs, the hint of black boxer briefs.
My panties are just as boring as my bra, white and cotton and now damp from his mouth all over my skin.
He notices, and his fingers touch the wet spot and rub me. I can’t breathe as his lips wrap around my breast. I can’t believe it’s been ten years for him, because it feels like he’s been studying the female body like a scholar. He knows where to touch, and how hard, the cadence and rhythm. When his hand slips past the material to my entrance, slick with desire and ready for him, I can’t form a coherent thought.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“I trust you.”
His hands grip the side of my panties, pulling them off. My thoughts spiral as he pushes my legs apart again, taking my mouth in one last kiss, then trailing his lips along my torso, until he’s on his knees, in front of me.
He drags his tongue down from my entrance to my swollen bud, and it feels so good to be taken by him. I lean back on the wall, as he continues to flick his tongue against my clit, lifting me higher and higher, faster and faster. I moan, and he looks up, pressing a finger to his lips.
“You have to be quiet,” he says. He lowers his lips to my clit again, and I buck against his mouth.
I run my fingers through his hair, reaching a breaking point as my mouth outstretches with no sound. I’m on a rollercoaster of pleasure, feeling the highest crest, just to fall. My walls clench and release, delivering the strongest orgasm of my whole life. It just keeps rolling and evolving until it settles, my body relaxing against his mouth.
When he looks up at me, his lips glisten.
“Do I still got it?” he asks with a laugh. I cover my mouth with my arm, laughing against it.
“Give me a minute.” I can’t even open my eyes that I’m so blissed out.
“Let me take a look at you.” Jackson grabs my wrist delicately. His eyes catalog me from the top of my head to my toes. “I didn’t think you could get more beautiful, then I saw you come undone from my tongue.”
I tsk at him with my finger. “Ooh, you’re good.”
“Am I?” His eyes are half-mast with lust as I grip the back of his neck, pulling him to me. I kiss him deeply, tasting my desire on his lips. Now that I have my wits about me, I run my hands down his stomach, pulling him into me by his belt holes. My hand drifts lower and he freezes.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I say, unzipping his pants and dipping my hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs again. When I grip him, he huffs out a breath.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll make a mess.”
“I know how to keep it contained,” I say as I lower to my knees.
“Shiloh, you don’t have to,” he chokes out, his hands tangled in my hair. “This might be very quick since it’s been a while.”
I don’t say a word, all I do is pull out his cock from his pants, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down to under his butt. His erection springs forward and I take it into my hand.
“Oh fuck.”
I spit on his cock, dragging the saliva down it to coat it for my fist. When I take him, I let it hit the back of my throat, gagging slightly as his hands smooth down my hair. I bob my head, in and out, as he leans against the wall, enjoying my mouth on him. His hands on my head thrill me as I continue, fisting him as I go in and out. He holds my head still and fucks my mouth.
“Shiloh, I’m going to come,” he says, as he tries to pull out. Instead, I hold him there, taking every drop of him. When he settles, I sit back on my heels and wipe my mouth.
“You are spectacular,” he says, kissing me again, not caring where my mouth had been, at all. In the past, blow jobs have felt degrading, expected with no reciprocation. This is completely different. I feel cherished and safe, and it’s confirmed by the way he holds me and kisses my hair part.
“Very unexpected,” I say, as I look around our area, locating my clothes. He hands me my bra, and I smile as I thread my arms through the holes. I finish dressing quickly and when I turn around, Jackson is tucking his shirt into his pants.
