on. Do it.” Then he closed the distance between their lips again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and sliding his hands up her thighs so both of his thumbs pressed gently into the heat at her juncture. She gasped a muffled curse into his mouth and tugged at his shirt, hard; buttons went flying as she laughed triumphantly, and then her palms finally spread over his chest. He groaned as her index finger brushed his nipple, and she did it again.
He used both of his own hands to spread her thighs, and one of his thumbs found the nub of her clit through the thin cotton of her underwear. He pressed slowly until her hips lifted slightly from the seat, and then he began to rub. Slow, back-and-forth motions, varying pressure depending on how she gasped and moaned into his mouth. He moved his other hand up and down her thigh, dragging the rough palm over her sensitive skin.
Reggie’s mouth ripped away from his on a moan, but she held onto him. She tugged at the lapels of his shirt, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, as if directing him—the hard tugs were growing more frequent. She made a sound that was something like a frustrated squeal and threw her head back.
Gus hadn’t thought he could get any harder, but his jeans were painfully tight at the groin. He rocked back onto his heels and looked up at her. “You’re so sexy.”
Her response was to press her feet against the footrests of her chair and lever her hips forward, so that her ass was along the edge of the seat. Her knees were spread, her dress hiked up, exposing her black underwear.
“Gus.” She was a woman used to getting what she wanted, and he was a man who knew what to give her.
He knelt forward again, his hands sliding up and around her thighs to hold her in place as he tugged her a bit closer to the edge of her seat. He stretched the fingers of his right hand out over her mound and then curled them, pulling her underwear to the side to reveal neatly trimmed dark reddish-brown curls and a slick brownish-pink nub between her folds.
He ran his thumb over her one more time, and then he nestled his mouth over her and licked.
“Fuck!” One of her hands went to his collar, and the other grabbed an armrest of her chair. “Fuck, Gustave.”
Gus swirled his tongue over her, then sucked gently, then sucked not so gently, loving the way she cried out his name, wanting to give her more pleasure. His own desire had overtaken him, so that all he could think of was the scent of her, the taste of her, how she bucked up against his face, and how she would feel clamping around his cock.
“Mmm,” he groaned against her clit, and Reggie bucked so sharply that he reached out to press down on her stomach and hold her in place. Her ab muscles convulsed under his palm as she ground against his face, riding out her orgasm, and then she collapsed back, breathing heavily.
“Oh my god.” Her chest rose and fell and then she lolled her head forward to look down at him. Her glasses were askew and her smile was sated. “We’re definitely going to have to do that again. But now?”
She gripped his shoulders and slipped her feet from the footrests to the floor, then levered herself to a standing position. He didn’t move as she stood over him, bent at the waist; she took two shaky but definitive steps around him to drop into a seated position on her bed.
She shimmied out of the beautiful emerald green dress she wore and tossed it across the room onto the laundry pile, then sat with her arms behind her to support her weight and her chin raised.
“Now you join me on the bed.”
Her breasts were encased in some kind of crinkled lacy bra that reminded Gus of the wrapper around a cupcake—taking off that wrapper was his favorite part.
“I can do that.” He wiped his sleeve over his mouth before standing and shucking his shirt, jeans, and socks, so that he only wore his tented boxer briefs, then closed the space between them. His mouth connected with hers and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his weight down onto her as she lay back on the bed. His elbows dug into the mattress on either side of her as he caught his weight,