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"God damn, Beth. Fucking god damn." And then his face nestles between my thighs, the flat of his tongue takes a long, slow lick from bottom to top, before resting his forehead against my pelvis and taking a shuddering breath. "God damn," he whispers again.
As if I weren't exposed to him enough, he uses his thumbs to push apart my labia, spreading me out before him as he returns to his feast. With my pussy spread wide, he has direct access to my exposed clit, and it takes approximately point three seconds for me to detonate. I cry out, bucking against his face, but trying to keep myself still. You'd think that since I’d orgasmed, he'd back off and move on to the next thing. Instead, Cal wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me open to him as he plunges his tongue back inside me, prolonging my orgasm until I can feel my inner muscles pulsing—another thing I only thought happened in my smutty romance novels. It's certainly never happened to me before.
As my orgasm wanes, his licks become more exploring and languid. I'm confused for a moment about why he's still down there, as if he has something to prove, but I'm not going to argue because it feelsso damn good.
He tastes and licks and explores, learning how to make my legs shake, ramping me up again and again. He adds a thick finger, slowly and gently pushing it inside me. I'm trying to remember the last time anything other than my own fingers were in there, but he distracts me again by adding a secondfinger. The stretch comes with a slight burn, but he soothes it, circling his tongue around my clit until I start to rock my hips with abandon. When we started this, I was trying to keep my hips still, trying not to embarrass myself. But whatever my body is chasing doesn't care and I am all but grinding on his face until he latches on and sucks on my clit, hard, while pumping his fingers inside me.
My body is moving of its own volition, grinding against his mouth and fucking myself on his thick fingers. Something earth-shattering builds at the base of my spine, my chest contracting, back arching. I'm almost afraid and my movements get jerky, shying away from the oncoming explosion. Cal is relentless though, sucking my clit even harder and hooking his fingers against some invisible button inside me.
I now understand the expression "seeing stars".
An orgasm more intense than anything I've ever felt in my life rockets through my body. I gasp and scream, begging for him to stop. I can't possibly take anymore. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s everything and everywhere. But he holds me in place, keeping the same pressure and rhythm, not faltering even once as I come apart at the seams. My body bows off the desk as my world continues to shatter, exploding around me until it reaches an impossible peak, blinding me in a brilliant, white-hot burst of light. I can't even scream, the force of the orgasm expelling all the breath from my lungs. Hot liquid spurts from my body, propelled by my impossibly clenched vaginal walls. So much liquid comes out that I hear some of it splash on the floor. Cal lets out a choked groan before he continues lapping at me. I hear an audible gulp as he licks up everything he can, literally drinking every drop.
There's no way that's all cum, right? Oh God, what if it's pee? Whatif he's drinking my pee?
Cal doesn't stop caressing and kissing and licking me until the last flutter of my sore and overstimulated pussy gives way. Then he gently buttons up the crotch of my bodysuit, kissing my covered mound before standing to pull my shaking body against his. Part of me is completely confused by this, but it's so easy to melt into his warm chest and just take the comfort he's giving me as an onslaught of overthinking and emotions hit me. I take a second to collect myself, surprised and overwhelmed by how much I'm feeling after that… that…
"That was intense," I say with a small laugh.
"Are you alright?"
Is this guy for real?
"Uh, yeah. I think my soul might have left my body and I'm worried that I pe—Oh my god, your shirt is soaked! Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." My hand comes up to shield my face for a moment, mortified. This is the second time tonight that I caused his shirt to get all wet.
He laughs and brushes away my hand, tipping my chin to look at him. "Beth, that was the single hottest thing ever to happen to me. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met, much less tasted, and if I had my way, I'd probably drag you off somewhere and do it again and again until all I'm living on is the sounds of you crying my name and the cum that you squirt directly into my mouth. If I wasn't worried about making a good impression, I might get on my hands and knees and lap up the little puddle we made on the ground."
My brain flat-lines.What do you even say to that?
"I'm pretty sure I'm having some kind of delirious fever dream, or Bitch Barbie spiked my drink with LSD and this is some kind of crazy trip. I'm going to need you to kiss me one more time before I wake up and go back to my boring, un-porn-star life," I mutter.
Cal laughs again before he lowers his lips back to mine. His beard is, in fact, soaking wet, and I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. It's a heady, erotic sensation that makes me deepen the kiss and adjust my position, reaching towards the front of his slacks. Cal has other things in mind, though, because he pulls my arms up and wraps them around his neck. Lifting me back onto the desk, he grinds into me slightly, but pulls back. Does he not want me to touch him?
"Look, I don’t want to be too presumptuous. But tomorrow, after our dinner date, I’d like to take you home, strip you naked, and have you for dessert. I want to stretch you on my fingers while I make you cum on my face again, and then, when you're begging for my cock, fuck you senseless. I want to see and feel every inch of your body while your pussy clenches down on my cock until you can't take it anymore."
Fucking hell.
Honestly, I'm pretty sure his dirty words alone could get me to that point. What have I gotten myself into?
Cal
The hot water beats over my shoulders, steam billowing over the glass and fogging up the entirety of Ezra's small bathroom.
For the love of all that is holy, this woman might be the death of me. I swear I have never been so stimulated by a woman before—physically and intellectually. She seems so open and kind, and when she really loves something, you can tell. Her face lights up, eyes flashing with excited interest, hands moving as she talks with passion. Her body leans in, angling towards the item of interest, giving it her full attention and focus. You can really see her love for art. Her knowledge of the details of each style is impressive.
She actually kind of makes me feel like a fraud. For all of my awards and accolades, I honestly just point and shoot at whatever interests me. I don't think about the rules or the style, I just shoot whatever strikes me, however I see fit to do so. The rest is honestly just luck. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do. I love photography, especially nature, and I lovethat it has given me the ability to travel all over the world. My favorite subjects, though, are the simplest. Which is why I might have fallen a little in love with Beth when she showed me that the simple dandelion I’d once photographed was her favorite, too.
My body begins to wake up as I think over every moment that we spent together yesterday, from seeing her in class to getting to know her more last night. For the first time in my life, I truly want to get to know someone.
There have been plenty of women, a revolving door for a while there. But none have struck my interest for more than a few nights at most, usually ending after just one. Part of it is just the nature of my job, being constantly on the move and not stopping in one place for long enough to get to know anyone. But it's also just been my nature. I enjoy the physical release of being with a woman, but no one has struck my fancy quite like Beth.
At first, I thought it was just physical. She's obviously gorgeous, and that moment in her art class when she dropped her pencil and looked up at me through her eyelashes…holy fuck.It was impossible not to imagine her looking up at me like that with her pouty mouth stretched around my cock.
I knew immediately that I wanted a piece of that delicious curvy body. But then I got to know her a bit, and spending time with her last night was perfection. It surprised me at how angry and protective I felt when that bitch she works with was being such an asshole to her. Watching her just take it in stride, knowing this wasn't likely the first time Bitch Barbie had demeaned her like that, made my veins heat with a fire that was only doused by Beth's laughter.
For the rest of the night, I watched her carefully, studyingthe way she interacted with others. Every so often she would stop to straighten a photograph, or pick something up that no one else had noticed. She would quietly alert a server that someone's glass was empty. But more than that, she really talked to people. I watched the way she'd draw out what made someone interested in a piece, or finding some personal connection to a piece they might not have otherwise noticed. From a business perspective, she was very keen, and I probably sold more at last night's exhibit than I have in much larger cities. But it was more than that. She was truly interested in how the guests were connecting to the art; even going so far as to refer them to other galleries or artists that they might enjoy. She really loves everything about what she does, truly cares about the gallery and artists.
Ezra watched me just as carefully in turn. When I questioned him, he tried to brush it off, but I’ve known him long enough to know when he had something on his mind.
