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But I work up the courage to ask, “Why?”
He looks at me as if in pain. “It isn’t because I don’t want to, believe me, I really, really want to. But your dad is my boss, Maria. Plus, he told me explicitly to keep my hands off.”
“I’m an adult,” I snap back, annoyed that this fact has gotten in the way of what I want. “Is that what he told you in his office that day?”
“Yes,” he tells me dejectedly, and despite my annoyance with my dad, I don’t want to think about him right now.
I can’t have him stop now. I press my body up against his, thinking he’ll get the message.
He lets out a groan. “You’re killing me, woman.”
The warmth spreading between my legs has me yearning for something, though I don’t know yet how it’d feel and whether it would satisfy my need.
“Please, Tyler, I want this,” I beg one more time, hoping he hears the pleading in my voice.
A myriad of emotions seems to cross his face: need, doubt, concern, longing.
I let out a yelp as his hands grip my waist, lifting me up onto the counter. He stands between my legs for a moment, staring deep into my eyes, as if looking for something within them, before sinking down to his knees.
My body sits still in mild fear of what’s about to happen. Yet my skin, despite the panic, feels like it’s on fire.
His hands creep up the bottom of my dress, sliding across my legs and all the way up my thighs, until he’s reached the band of my underwear.
His eyes look up at me, searching for permission for him to do what it is we both want him to. My head gives a single nod before he’s hooking his fingers into the waist band of my panties.
I lift my hips up enough that he’s able to drag my underwear down my legs, hiking my dress up in the process, so my bare ass is resting on the counter.
I’m filled with the type of nervous excitement one feels at having not done something before, but knowing they want to. It fills me as I watch my panties fall off my feet, boils over when Tyler’s hands drag me to the edge of the counter - my bare pussy only centimeters from his face - and absolutely explodes when he takes that first lick.
“Tyler . . . fuck,” I whine, having not expected just how pleasurable the sensation would be.
I want this, and I want it bad.
He’s insatiable as he lets his tongue glide through my folds, slurping up my juices and sucking on my clit until my head is falling back against the cabinets. He slides a finger into me, moving back and forth at a rapid pace as his tongue dominates my sensitive bud.
It’s inconceivable that someone can be made to feel like this. And it’s even more mind-blowing to watch how much Tyler seems to be enjoying himself. I think that sight is what has me falling apart against his face, experiencing an orgasm more powerful than anything my own fingers could have made me feel.
When Tyler pulls away, he continues to stare at my pussy longingly before finally climbing back to his feet.
“How was that for you?” he asks, sliding his body between my spread legs as he reaches out to cradle my jaw in his hand.
He leans forward to press a kiss to my lips, and I can taste myself coating his mouth.
“Incredible.”
“I really want to fuck you,” Tyler groans as he rests his forehead against my own.
“I want that too,” I whisper, yearning to experience how he would feel inside of me.
He lets out a deep sigh as he pulls away, staring into my eyes. “Now that I know what your pussy tastes like, I don’t know how I’ll be able to stop myself,” he growls. “But I work with your father, and he made me promise.”
Despite understanding where he is coming from, disappointment still fills my body at his words. Does he not want me enough to put my father’s feelings aside? Where does this leave us now?
He peppers kisses across my face, seemingly in control of his actions despite the obvious bulge in his jeans. But I can’t shake the feeling that he’ll never try and have more from me outside of this kitchen romp, despite claiming to want me.
When he finally leaves after depositing me in my bed for the night, I try to recreate the sensations he dragged out of me with my own fingers. But it doesn’t even come close to what I felt when his mouth was fucking me.
Frustrated, I’m left wondering where we stand now, with more questions and worries than I had before he made my whole body explode.
