about sex. I liked it. He’d been pretty quiet about everything else. But this was good. Very, very good.
“Okay. Yes,” I gasped out. I reached for his cock, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me.
“No.” I looked up into his eyes, trying to focus. He looked really focused for someone who also looked so fucking horny. “With my mouth.”
“Oh…”
Yeah. Totally there for that.
He kissed me again, his tongue swiping against mine, making my toes curl. My knees were shaking.
Then he pulled away, and knelt down in front of me. He draped my leg over his shoulder and pressed me against the wall as he tugged my panties aside, and his mouth met my pussy. And however out of practice he claimed to be, he sure remembered what to do with his tongue.
My hips undulated against his face as I went mindless with pleasure.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. I met his eyes as his tongue slicked over my clit, a thrill running through me at the command.
Holy fuck, I liked my new boss.
His finger was still inside me, fucking me. His mouth did the rest. He didn’t take his time and he didn’t ease into it. He went at me like his very existence hung in the balance of my next orgasm. Like he’d never wanted anything like he wanted to make me come on his face, right the fuck now.
His tongue slid over and around my clit, gently flicking. His finger twisted inside me, rubbing against my inner walls. My whole body shook with the force of the pleasure. Then he started sucking on me and I came with such force that I screamed. It ripped me inside-out, so intense I almost couldn’t stand it. I was pretty sure I lost feeling in my hands and feet. The room went black. But maybe that was just because I shut my eyes.
The whole room fucking swooned, and I clutched at his head so I wouldn’t fall over as I shuddered and quivered.
I hadn’t had a man make me come in over six months, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever had a man make me come like that. None of my sexual partners had ever explored my g-spot; I wasn’t even sure I had a g-spot. But I was pretty sure he’d just conquered it and planted a flag.
CARY WUZ HERE.
Any future lover I ever had would come across it and know I’d been pre-owned, completely g-spot whipped by this man, his tongue and his middle finger.
He hadn’t even touched me with his dick yet, and he owned my pussy completely.
“Uh, that was…” I pushed him gently away as the intensity threatened to end me, and he unlatched his mouth from my clit. His finger slid reluctantly away. “Um… thank you.” It was literally the stupidest thing I’d probably ever said to a man after an orgasm, but it was the only thing that came out of my mouth.
We stared at each other, breathing raggedly. His lips were wet with my juices and I’d literally never seen anything hotter than his gorgeous mouth smeared with my come.
Then my phone started ringing on my desk. And because my brain had ceased to function sometime around the moment his finger slid into me, I stumbled right over to it.
“It’s Danica,” I told him. I met his eyes, and neither of us said anything else, but something wordless passed between us as I wiggled my dress down over my hips, trying to cover my pussy.
We both knew everything had changed.
I wasn’t sure if either of us knew how to deal with it.
I fumbled with my phone. “I should… get this… Hello,” I answered, breathless. I was still looking at him, and he was still looking at me. He was still on his knees on the floor.
I pointed at the door as my best friend chattered in my ear. Cary didn’t react. He just sat there, staring at me with that lustful look. Somehow, I managed to grab my laptop and my hoodie, and stumbled out of the room.
Danica was saying something about meeting up for drinks. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just let her ramble.
“Uh-huh,” I said, maybe, and something like, “right.” Basically I just agreed with her as I stumbled through the house and into the backyard. When I’d pushed into the poolhouse, I finally remembered to breathe.
Danica laughed a little. “Hey, why are you all out of breath?”
“Um, I’m just coming back from a jog.” I walked into the bedroom