“Yes, we can.”
She skimmed her hands down his chest until she reached the buttons on his trousers. “No, we can’t do that.” Her hand cupped his erection while the other hand worked on the button. “But I can help you with this.”
“No, Mia,” he said hoarsely, even though his control was slipping with every caress of her hand. When she finally set him free of his clothing, the velvety touch of her hand on his bare skin almost sent him over the edge. He leaned back against the hard cherry-wood desk.
Mia stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Her tongue found his and teased him as her hand stroked his cock. Simon was nearly mindless with desire for the wise woman. Soft fingers rounded the top of his shaft, pressing slightly at the top. He couldn’t take much more of this.
“Mia, let me make love to you before it’s too late,” he groaned.
“We can’t do that yet,” she whispered in reply. Instead of kissing him again, she knelt before him and her mouth moved toward his cock.
Simon gripped the desk as her tongue circled the top of him. He was beyond thinking as desire had complete control over him now. She brought him into her warm, moist mouth. His every muscle tensed as he tried to think of something to slow him down. As her mouth slipped him inside and out, nothing was going to stop the climax surging forward.
“Mia, stop before I—”
“No,” she said and slid her mouth down on him again.
He wanted to feel the sensation of her mouth on him longer but he couldn’t stop the most glorious climax he had ever experienced wash over him. “Mia,” he shouted as her mouth suckled him until he was spent. Gasping for air, he could not believe what had just happened in his study.
Slowly, she stood up and pulled his trousers back to his waist. Before she could say a word, he wrapped a hand around her neck and brought her to his mouth. Kissing her, he tasted desire, passion, and him. He had never kissed a woman after that act. Most acted as if they needed to wash their mouths out afterward. Not Mia. She was kissing him back with a passion unlike any woman he’d had before, including his former mistress.
He wanted to give her the same pleasure if she would let him. He turned with her in his arms until she was up against the desk. As he kissed her, he worked the buttons on the back of her dress. She tried to wiggle away from his mouth to tell him something but he wasn’t about to let that happen. Once the buttons were undone, he loosened the ties on her stays only enough to get to her breasts.
Finally able to break away, she said, “What are you doing? You can’t make love already.”
“No, but I can return the favor you just gave me.” He glanced down at her stunned face and smiled deeply.
“How?”
No man had ever shown her pleasure without intercourse? “Relax and let me show you.”
Mia’s heart was pounding against her chest. What did he plan to do? Perhaps the fact that she didn’t know meant she wasn’t as much of a strumpet as she’d thought.
“Will you let me, Mia?”
Unable to utter one sensible word, she only nodded until his lips found her again and all the passion that she had tried to control before rose to the surface again. She felt him pull at her stays until fresh air crossed her breasts, causing her nipples to grow taut. When his thumbs caressed her nipples, she shivered with desire.
His lips moved down her neck until he reached her breasts. He lifted his head to stare down at them. “So beautiful,” he said before taking one into his mouth.
The effect of his mouth on her breast was like molten fire in her loins. Dampness moistened her folds in preparation for him. She moaned as he lifted his head and moved to the other nipple. While his mouth teased her nipple, his hands skimmed up the length of her thighs, bringing her skirts to her waist. He pushed her back against the desk until she was laying on top with her most intimate parts exposed to his gaze. No man had ever stared at her like he did.
“God, you are so beautiful.” He dipped a hand between her folds. “And so moist.”
He removed his finger and placed it in her mouth. She had never tasted herself and for some reason it only increased the furor of desire flowing through her. He bent his head to her thigh and kissed the length of her leg until he reached the apex of her thighs.
He didn’t mean to...?
Before she could finish that thought, his mouth was on her, suckling her, sending her higher until all she could think of was the sensation of his tongue on her. No man had ever done such a thing to her. And she was so glad Simon was the man to teach her about this part of the intimate act. Every stroke of his tongue on her clitoris brought her higher, closer to her peak.
“Simon,” she moaned.
A thick finger entered her warmth, stroking her in the same rhythm as his tongue. Her muscles tightened as she reached her climax, crying out his name. Instead of stopping, he continued and slid another finger inside her. Her climax washed over her and seemed to continue forever. Just as she thought it was over, another peak even stronger than the first slammed into her. She clenched her inner muscles around his fingers, wishing it was his thick cock filling her.
Trembling from the force of two orgasms, she remained motionless on the desk as he adjusted himself and pushed her skirts back down into a proper position. Well, it might be proper if she wasn’t laying on his desk panting for air.
“Come along, Mia,” he said, holding out his hands to help her up.
Her ribs ached slightly as she rose, causing a grimace on her face.