presses a kiss to my lips, and I slide my arms under his suit jacket and link them around his back. His lips trail down to my neck, and then he murmurs in my ear, “Remember when I fingered you in public?”
I moan, because it’s the only response I can muster. Yes, I remember, and I remember coming all over his fingers with barely a touch from him. I remember how much I wanted him then, but that was nothing compared to how much I want him now. My entire day, it seems, has been dedicated to getting ready for this moment, and now it’s here and all I want to do is allow him unfettered access to my body.
He reaches down into the cups of my corset and pulls each of my breasts out so they’re resting over the top. They’re pushed up even higher, and he leans forward to nuzzle his face in between them. “Perfection,” he says, and then he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. I brace myself by flattening my palms against the countertop, which pushes my breasts closer to his face. He luxuriates in them for a bit, giving both sides attention. When he uses a pinch of teeth, a dart of desire pressures between my legs, dampening my panties even more. He unclips the garters with strong, sure fingers, and then they trail toward the pressure and the ache. He unlatches from my breast and tugs at my panties, lifting them over my ass and pulling them down my legs and over my heels before tossing them on the floor. And then he steps back and spreads my legs wide open, giving himself a full view.
He licks his lips, closes his eyes, and kisses me hard on the mouth. He trails kisses from my mouth, down my neck, to my chest, down my stomach, and finally reaching his destination. He pushes my knees out further before he buries his head between my legs. He starts slow—the pad of his tongue licking through me several times, but then he picks up speed. He tongues inside of me, fucking me with his mouth, and my hips buck up off the counter toward his face. I’m desperate for release at the same time I’m desperate to hold onto the pleasure, to make it last as long as I can. Forever might not be long enough.
His tongue flattens against my clit again and he pushes a finger inside me, working his finger at the same time he works his tongue. Suck and push, thrust and lick. He reaches up with his free hand to pinch my nipple between his fingers, and the ache and pleasure and pain all collide at once as my knees automatically press together against his ears and my entire body roars with release.
I tremble as I try to gain some semblance of control back. He stands, his eyes hot on mine, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a move so sexy that I nearly come again just watching him. He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, and then he reaches into his boxers and pulls himself out. He’s thick and heavy, a beast in his own hand. He strokes himself a few times, up and down, up and down, his eyes on me the entire time. A drop of moisture dampens the tip, and all I can think about is how I want him in my mouth. I want to please him the way he pleased me.
I slide off the counter and kneel at his feet. He still strokes himself, watching me with the eyes of a tiger. I open my mouth and he guides himself into it, still stroking even as I close my mouth around the tip and suck. He grunts out a sexy noise of pleasure, and a dart of excitement passes through my chest that I’m the one making him feel this way.
He moans as I push his hand out of the way and take over, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. He pushes his hips against me, and my throat tightens. I do everything in my power to relax, to let him buck his hips against my mouth, to please him the way he just pleased me.
Before he comes, though, he pulls himself out of my mouth.
“Inside,” he pants. “I want to come inside you.” He’s still wearing his pants, and he reaches into the back