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“Oh, rainha, are you trying to drive me insane?” he murmurs, his hands moving down, stroking gently over my ribcage and coming to rest on my thighs where his thumbs rub gentle circles on the insides. Sliding further up, he gets closer and closer to where I need him, my hips start to jerk forward, wanting to make contact with him. “Patience, my queen.”
“Please.” I don’t like the sound of my voice; it’s weak and pitiful. But in Harvey’s hands, I will allow myself weakness, I’ll let him be my strength.
“You want my tongue, rainha?”
“Yes. Yes, please,” I pant.
He sinks to his knees, his hot breath tickling at my centre. “Spread your legs wider,rainha.”
I shuffle to comply, spreading as far as I can go, until my outer knees are pressed against the edge of the desk.
“Hm,” he grunts in appreciation. “See, I knew you could do as you’re told when you want to.”
“Screw you,” I say over a sigh, not even bothering to put heat into my words.
A sharp slap to my breast has me gasping. I look down to see Harvey on his knees for me but still managing to scold me with the heat in his eyes. “That’s not very nice,rainha.” He palms the abused flesh roughly, his fingertips going white with the force of his grip. “I’m tempted not to let you come for that.”
My head falls back and I whimper with the need to come. “Please, sir.”
“Will you be nice?” he asks, edging close to my centre.
“Yes, yes, I promise.” My hips are moving in a desperate attempt to come in contact with his mouth, but he keeps out of my reach.
“Hmm,” he contemplates, before he dips forward and licks the full length of my slit.
I moan, the velvety softness of his tongue feeling amazing against my hypersensitive clit. Spreading me wide with his fingers, he plunges into my entrance, swirling his tongue around and then moving up to suck firmly on my clit. My hips thrust forward, grinding myself against his face, the thick stubble of his chin scraping against my most sensitive flesh making me flinch.
“You want me to fuck this pussy with my fingers,rainha?” His voice is a low rumble against my core that makes me shiver.
“Yes, please, sir!” I pant to the ceiling, feeling so close to the edge of something beautiful that I may black out.
With an easy slide, he has two fingers pressed so deep inside me with his knuckles are pressed to my entrance. Curling and stroking, he hits over the spot inside me that lights my body up like a jackpot on a slot machine. My lower belly clenches and releases over and over, and my clit throbs between his lips. When my inner walls clamp around his digits and my whole body shudders with the release of an explosive orgasm, I feel the flood I send coasting over his hand and lower face. As he did before, he goes feral in appreciation for my cum, delving further between my folds to eat me like a man starved.
I cry and sob through his assault on my over stimulated clit until I can take no more and start squirming away from him. He stands abruptly, cupping the back of my head and bringing our mouths together for a sloppy kiss. I can taste myself on him and his erection presses painfully against my centre through the barrier of his cargo shorts.
When he pulls away, I whimper, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, don’t leave me.” I don’t even know what I’m saying, I only know that I want to be as close to him as I can, I want to crawl inside his skin and live as one. It’s the orgasm talking.
He looks at me, his brow furrowing slightly as he swallows, an unnamed emotion passing over his features before he tugs at the chain around his neck and releases the key for my cuffs. He makes quick work of freeing my wrists, rubbing at where the metal has bitten into my flesh. “Touch me, rainha. Touch me all over.”
I pull frantically at his t-shirt and he lifts his arms to help me get it off, then I’m running my hands everywhere I can reach. Feeling the firmness of his pecks, his abdomen, and up to the strong lines and planes of his back and shoulder. All the while, our mouths never part, kissing like I’m giving him oxygen as I give him every breath I have. Sliding my hands over his biceps to his forearms, I feel the fine hairs beneath my fingertips. Undoing his belt then button, I help him by tugging his shorts and boxers down until his angry looking cock jumps to jut out. I stroke him once, slow and light, in complete contrast to the desperate way we are kissing. He growls impatiently and I can’t help but smile against his lips.
“Not now, rainha,” he grumbles, taking himself in his fist and positioning the bulbous crown at my soaked entrance. He thrusts in with one powerful movement, taking himself all the way until his heavy sac is pressed against my arse.
We both moan and still our frantic movements, just taking time to savour this heady sensation of being so connected. Of being one. Slowly and far sweeter than I thought him capable of, Harvey starts to move, sliding his thick length along my walls and pressing his pubic bone to my clit with every outward thrust. His large hands come to cradle my jaw as he claims my lips in asweet but scolding kiss. I feel consumed by him, more so than I ever have before.
“Harvey,” I breath into his mouth.
“I know,rainha,” he chokes out. “I…eu te amo. eu estou tão apaixonado por você.” He kisses me again, grunting as his pleasure builds.
Harvey has spoken Portuguese during sex many times, usually spouting what sound like curses as he comes, but these words feel different. He seems different. The weight of whatever it is he’s just said is a palpable force that sits heavily on my chest, almost seeping through my breastbone to wrap around my heart.
When his movements become jerkier, he dips a hand between us and presses firmly to my clit so for the third time in too short a time, I come. I come so hard it’s almost painful but in the sweetest possible torment. He’s right behind me, crying out as he unleashes his load inside me, calling my name and shuddering with his arms closing tight around me.
When we have both caught our breath, he pulls away enough to look in my eyes and sweep the platinum strands that have stuck to my forehead away. He gives me his sex-daze smile that makes my mouth tilt up in response.
“What did that mean?” I ask, croaking slightly.
“What did what mean?”
