sexual manner.
I had no problem with that.
He could take things out on me all he wanted. He could be mad at me so long as he didn’t stop doing whatever he was doing with his tongue. My fingers reached up, scratching into the base of his skull. He groaned, pressing closer, his erection hard against my belly. My core ached for him. I needed him inside me, filling me up until I forgot everything else that existed except for the two of us.
Almost like he could read my mind, his hand slipped inside my leggings and past my underwear. His mouth left mine, and I inhaled large gulps of air while he planted kisses along my neck, sucked on my earlobe.
“I need you,” he rasped as his fingers slid into the folds of my sex. “You’re so wet. Is this for me?”
I bit my lip, burying my face in his shoulder. Something about his dirty talk made me shy. And what were we even doing? That old archivist could be hiding somewhere, spying on us through the keyhole. But at that moment, I was too far gone to care.
“Yes. It’s for you,” I replied breathlessly as Neil found my clit, circling it with two fingers. I gasped when his tongue slid inside the shell of my ear, causing tingles to skitter down my back and culminate at the base of my spine in the most pleasurable way.
His mouth returned to mine, and I didn’t think it was possible, but he kissed me even more ferociously than before. I was nothing but sensation as his free hand went under my top, firmly gripping my breast, his thumb flicking over my extremely sensitive nipple. I moaned again, and this seemed to please him.
“Your tits are perfect. I dream about them,” he said into the kiss.
“I want your mouth on them,” I said past a whimper, and he groaned.
“I want that, too, beautiful.”
His fingers moved away from my clit to sink inside me, and my eyes opened. Neil was already watching me, his irises ablaze in the dimly lit room. I couldn’t look away as his fingers gently pumped, mimicking the motions of what his cock might do if he were inside me. My head fell back against the cabinet. Neil flicked my nipple, and a fresh shockwave of arousal went through me.
“I love the feel of you,” he said, gaze worshipful.
“I love the feel of you loving the feel of me,” I answered back, and the look on his face was one of pure devastation. His fingers returned to my clit, and I felt something building in me. It had been a long while since I’d had a non-self-inflicted orgasm. I’d almost forgotten how intense it could be when someone was attuned to you, when they just naturally found the right rhythm to drive you to release.
Neil and I had spent the last few months syncing up, and now, the symphony of us was in perfect harmony.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped.
Outside, we both heard footsteps clipping down the hallway. I tensed, staring at Neil in panic, but his eyes held masculine determination. He wasn’t stopping, not for anything. Not even for the possibility of someone walking in on us right now.
Thankfully, the footsteps continued past our door, and I was on the precipice of coming. Neil’s circles sped up, and a split second later, my orgasm hit. I shook against him, waves of divine pleasure washing over me as his mouth came to my neck, pressing kisses to the sensitive hollow as he drew out the final few tremors.
“Now, we’re even,” he murmured huskily against my skin.
“If you keep kissing my neck, I’m going to shove my hand down your pants and make us uneven again,” I warned. His answering chuckle was low and deep enough to be felt in the pit of my stomach.
Reluctantly, he moved away, his gaze dark and sumptuous. My jaw dropped when he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, tasting my pleasure. There was something so carnally sinful about it. I felt like I could come again just from watching him.
Neil Durant had a naughty streak. Who would have known?
I swallowed as I fixed my rumpled clothing.
Neil’s eyes were apologetic. “I shouldn’t have jumped on you like that.”
“I liked you jumping on me. And besides, I was the one goading you by staring at your arse.”
He chuckled quietly, then raked a hand through his hair. “I suppose we should have that talk.”
Nerves