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They were both totally fucking naked.
Nothing stood between them any longer.
She tipped her head toward the vinyl couch. “Sit over there. I’m not done with you yet.”
“I’m done, Mel. I’m not sure I can take any more.” If he wasn’t careful, he might cross the finish line without her.
He wanted to ask if she’d done this with other men—not for work, but for her own pleasure—but, fuck him, he didn’t want to hear the answer. In his own mind, he wanted to believe he was the only one lucky enough to have this personal experience.
He glanced over at the red vinyl, not so sure he wanted his bare ass cheeks and nuts sticking to it. As soon as his gaze flicked to the stack of towels in the open armoire behind Mel, she made a dance production out of grabbing one as the song I Feel Like I’m Drowning came through the speakers.
And just like Leave Your Hat On, the song by Two Feet was timed perfectly.
He had no idea how she made a towel so damn sexy, but she did when she used it as a prop as she sashayed back over to where he waited impatiently. “I want to touch you.”
The corners of her lips pulled up slightly. “Soon.”
“You’re killing me, Mel.”
She raked her gaze down his naked body. “You look pretty damn good for a dying man.” She placed the towel on the couch and pointed to it. “Now sit.”
To prove once again he was no fool, he sat. As soon as he was settled, Mel turned, giving him a view of her delicious ass, and backed up, wedging her bare body between his just-as-naked thighs before climbing on his lap backwards.
What was she doing?
When she settled in, her slick, hot cunt pressed against his cock that leaked with impatience.
She was so damn close. So damn tempting.
Relieved that they were finally getting down to business, he expected her to reach for the condom. Instead, she planted her hands on his thighs and did more sorcery by bending her body in an impressive way and setting her head on the couch in between his thighs.
Well, damn, that would be a weird, but wild, way to get head.
Gripping his thighs for balance, she managed to flip her legs up so her knees were perched on his shoulders and her sweet pussy only inches from his face.
He stared at the beautiful sight before him, forgetting to breathe for a second. At least until his nostrils flared to pull in the heady mix of a slightly musky and salty scent caused from the exertion of her dancing.
The addictive aroma was pure woman, making him want to smother his face between her thighs. If he suffocated doing it, so be it.
Seeing her pussy and inhaling her scent was like an addictive drug. He couldn’t think about anything other than the sight in front of him and all he wanted was…
More.
“Tell me when I can touch you.”
Her warm breath brushed over his twitching cock.
“I need to hear it, Mel.” And fucking soon.
“Touch me.”
Thank fucking fuck.
He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and pulled her toward him. Shoving his nose right into her hot cunt, he breathed that intoxicating scent deep into his lungs before sliding his tongue through her slick folds to taste her.
Goddamn heaven.
Even after her sweet tang coated his lips and tongue, he still couldn’t get enough. She ground her pussy into his face even further, her moan hitting his ears before it became muffled when she grabbed his cock and circled it with her lips.
He struggled to continue, to concentrate on bringing her to orgasm as the pull of her mouth wreaked havoc on his sanity. This woman was upside down giving him a blowjob he’d never fucking forget. Better yet, she wasn’t just lapping or sucking the tip and doing the bare minimum, she was swallowing the shaft almost to his balls. She made a cock ring out of her fingers and squeezed the base as her tongue traced the thick ridge from root to rim.
Mentally, he shook himself free and began to eat her pussy like he was a contestant in a pie-eating contest with his hands tied behind his back. Clamping his lips around her clit, he sucked as hard as he could, causing her body to jolt and her groan to vibrate around his length.
She scraped her fingernails over his balls and pressed a fingertip mid-perineum.
Jesus, while she knew exactly what she was doing, it could end up being a problem.
His muddled brain reminded him that they didn’t have all morning. Employees would be arriving to work soon, and, for fuck’s sake, he was determined to use at least one of the condoms waiting on the couch before that happened. If she kept doing what she was doing, it tragically might go unused. That made him more determined than ever to make sure she came before he did.
