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Cal lifts me like I weigh nothing to him, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. He sets me down on the desk and trails his kisses from my mouth, along the side of my neck. Pulling back slightly, he looks me in my eyes as he kneels in front of me, silently asking my permission… for what, exactly?
"Cal?" His name comes out breathy.
He moans lightly, the vibrations of the rumble enough to set me off. "Hearing you say my name like that makes me want to taste you even more." His pupils blown, his eyes follow the trail his fingers make over my collarbone and down the edge of one side of my wrap dress. He parts the fabric, my cleavage spilling out. Another groan escapes him, and his eyes flash back up to mine.
His big hand palms my breast over my dress, pushing the mass of it higher so the top of my breast threatens to fall out entirely. "Is this okay, Beth?"
I'm frozen. Locked in a haze of molten want. My name sounds salacious in his mouth, and the pressure of his hand on my breast is the only thing I can think about. Right now, I'd probably do anything he asked, willingly. Happily. I want to please him, and even more surprising… I want to let him please me.
I swallow and lick my lips. His eyes fall and zero in on the movement. I can't possibly make speech happen, but I'm able to nod, instinctively pushing my chest harder into his palm.
His fingers trail beneath the hem and pull it back, exposing the lace bodice of my bodysuit. He pulls the cups away, first one side and then the other, until both of my breasts are freed, spilling over the top. Both hands gently fondle my breasts. Histhumbs roll over the stiff peaks of my dark nipples, sending another shiver down my spine. His tongue darts out and flicks at one nipple, and then the other, finally pulling one into his mouth and sucking. I feel it all the way down to my throbbing clit.
Cal stands and takes my mouth again, pushing me to lie back on the desk. I rest on my elbows to support myself, and the arc of my position makes me jut my naked breasts out farther. Cal trails his scorching hot kisses down my neck and chest. "If you're not comfortable with this, tell me no. Okay, Beth? You're in charge, bláth fiáin."
There it is again. I don't know what it means, but it sounds so delicious coming from his mouth that I don't care. It could be completely derogatory and I'd probably let him call me that anytime he wants, as long as he keeps touching and kissing me this way.
"Beth?"
My eyes find his again, looking down at me seriously, almost stern. I blink, confused.
"Do you understand that you're in charge, and that you can tell me no at any time with zero hard feelings? We can keep getting to know each other over dinner tomorrow and move as slow as you like."
I nod, but he doesn't move, only continues to stare down at me, waiting for my words. My voice comes out weak, gravelly, needy. "I understand, Cal. Please… don't stop."
A sound like a growl rumbles from his chest and I nearly faint. I thought that was only something that happens in romance novels, which, let’s face it, are the only action I really get.
He resumes trailing kisses down my body, his hands pushing my dress up my thighs. I tense momentarily, and he stops. He moves his hands back above my dress and kisses my lips lightly. "It's okay, Beth. I don't need to go further. But do you want to tell me what you're feeling right now? I want to know how I can make you feel more comfortable."
The absolute insanity of the situation, the very real possibility that this is all just a vivid fever dream, makes the honesty fall from my lips. "I don't… um, I don't want you to stop. I just… I'm a little self-conscious, I guess. I'm not used to this kind of attention and I feel a little over my head."
Cal cocks his head. "You're a beautiful, desirable woman, Beth. Kissing you this way, touching your body, is driving me wild with need, and I want nothing more than to plunge into your sweet body and take you right here on your desk. There's nothing about you that doesn't turn me on. Nothing, Beth."
I blow out a breath, raising my eyes to the ceiling so I don't tear up. I've never had anyone make me feel like this. It makes me feel wanton and brave. Sexy.
There is unlikely to be another chance to live out a scene straight out of a romance novel. I want this. I just have to be brave.
Leaning back, I widen my thighs in invitation. "Then do it, Cal. Take me right here on this desk. I want you."
I can see the physical reaction he has when the front of his pants jerks.Holy shit.
"God, you have no idea how good you make that sound. But I'm not going to fuck you just yet, sweet Beth," he says, droppingback down to his knees and running his hands up my legs. "I want to taste you first, to feel you come apart on my tongue and go to bed with your cum soaking my beard."
Jesus, fuck, that mouth. I must look like a doe in the headlights, my eyes so wide that the air starts to burn them.
Cal grasps my leg and trails kisses up my calf and over my knee. He rubs his beard against the inside of my thighs and inhales deeply. "Fucking hell, Beth. How do you smell so fucking good? Sweet like candy, like…"
He'ssmellingme? My brain stutters, worrying about what every crevice of my body might smell like after an entire day of classes and work. "Uh, um… vanilla, maybe? I use vanilla body products because everything else gives me a headache."Damnit, Beth, you loser. He did not need to know that.
"Where do you buy it, because I want to rub it all over my body and stroke my dick with it when I'm in the shower remembering this moment."
"What!?" I shriek, giggling.
"You smell good enough to eat, bláth fiáin. I'll die if I don't get a taste."
He pushes my dress to my waist and licks the bikini line of my bodysuit. My hips twitch at the tickle, my pussy gushing at the heat of his mouth on my core. He presses his face right into my crotch and inhales deeply again, looping his fingers under the hem. He lightly rubs a knuckle through my soaked folds, groaning as he uses the other hand to unclasp the crotch of the bodysuit, baring me to him.
Again, I'm momentarily embarrassed, worried about thisrelative stranger at eye level with my most intimate places, looking his fill. But once again, my absolute disbelief that this is happening, and the overwhelming need coursing through my body, keeps me in place. His praise and the way he seems almost reverent of me has me relaxing despite my vulnerable position.
