mischievously give just one more lick before stopping. Then I move on.
I find myself staring at her underwear, the front moist. I know if I take it off and lick her there I'll get a wild reaction for sure, but I decide to save that for later. I move my mouth to the inside of her thigh and suck the soft flesh. I slide my lips a few inches lower and she gasps again before giving a soft giggle.
I've found another ticklish spot. Not as ticklish as the other one, but still worth noting.
Before she can beg me to stop, I move on to her knees. Just like her armpits, the backs of her knees seem to be sensitive. I know the soles of her feet must be, too, but I don't want her to kick me, so I switch directions.
I've found what I'm looking for. Now to indulge in what I want.
I pull her underwear off and toss it aside. Then I spread her legs and settle between them.
Stella has grown silent. I think she's holding her breath. Which only makes me want to draw noises out of her all the more.
She lasts for about five seconds while I rub the tip of my tongue against her wet, quivering opening. Then I slip it inside her and she gasps. I spread her with my fingers and push the rest of my tongue in, letting it explore and be immersed in her intoxicating sweetness. Stella moans.
When I lick her nub, the moans grow louder. Her hips rise. I hold them down as I let the tip of my tongue press against that bud of flesh, so tiny and yet so capable of driving her wild.
Her most secret and sensitive spot.
"Ethan!" Stella calls out my name as she pulls at my hair.
Maybe next time I'll tie her hands to the bedposts so she can't touch me at all, but for now, I've done enough.
I've had enough.
I take my leaking cock out of my boxers, turn Stella around and plunge it inside her. I manage to get about two-thirds of it inside her on my first try this time, and I groan. Fuck, she's tight.
I pause just a second to catch my breath before grabbing her arms by the elbows and starting my thrusts. With each one, I can feel the passage melting even more, but it's also getting tighter. Her velvety skin is clinging to my cock, threatening to squeeze every drop of cum I have in me.
Fuck.
The passage grows even tighter as Stella screams my name once more. Her body arches backwards. I pull her against me and wrap my arms around her breasts as I give one final thrust. The back of her shoulder muffles my grunts as I spill myself deep inside her.
I plant a kiss there before letting her go. Stella collapses forward, panting. After I pull my cock out, she lies on her side. I lie down beside her as I, too, wait for my breathing and my heart rate to slow down.
Stella frees her wrists on her own. Then she takes off her blindfold and looks at me.
"How was it?" I ask her.
She shrugs. "Different."
"Did you like it?"
She grins. "What do you think?"
"I think we both did," I answer before kissing her cheek. Then I get off the bed. "I also think I need a shower."
I head to the bathroom. Before I turn on the water, I hear footsteps outside and glance at the door. For a moment, I think Stella might join me, but the door remains closed and I hear another one open.
She's gone.
As she should be. There's no reason for her to stay to cuddle or talk. As unbelievable as the sex is, once it's over, we go back to being boss and assistant. Once this trip is over and we get back home to Chicago, that's all we'll be.
The thought of going back to spending my nights after work alone pricks my chest. Will I really never be able to have sex with Stella again even though every moment of it has been amazing, even though our bodies are so compatible?
Suddenly, an idea occurs to me. What if we continue with this arrangement of being sex partners? We just have to be more discreet, have sex less frequently, maybe once or twice a week. Unless we're out of town. Then we can do it every night. Another reason to bring her along on these business trips.