“I am very, very glad we turned the lights on,” he said as he joined his mouth with mine again for a deep kiss. I still had my boots on, but he didn’t seem all that concerned. He was still fully clothed and I was having a problem with that, so I reached for his shirt and started yanking it over his head. We broke the kiss long enough for me to get it off.
He really did have a fabulous body. I ran my hands up and down it as he went to work on my boots, pulling my legs up so he could unzip them and toss them to the other side of the room before removing his own shoes. Then he slowly inched my pants down my legs until they were off.
“You’re beautiful, Sunshine,” he breathed. I loved the way he looked at me. Almost as if he were afraid to touch me. Almost.
“Thank you,” I said, and then made a face.
“What’s that face for?”
“It sounded weird. I mean, it sounds stupid. Like I’m one of those girls who thinks they’re hot and everyone else does too. I’m not one of those girls.” He was laughing.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because you’re adorable.” No. I was not adorable. I could not be adorable in this bustier. Sloane would kill me.
“Just get over here so I can take your pants off,” I said, reaching for his belt and using it to bring him closer.
“Yes, ma’am.” I froze.
“I will not have sex of any kind with you tonight if you call me ma’am.”
“Yes, sir,” he said and moved to kiss me.
“No, I’m serious.” And then he kissed me and pressed his hips against me and lost my train of thought. Belt. I had to get working on that.
I finally got it and started shoving his pants and underwear over his perfect ass. Ah, I’d missed that.
“As much as I love this pretty thing you’re wearing, I’m more fond of what’s under it,” he said starting to unhook the bustier.
“You’ve done this before.”
“No, I just know how to get what I want.” He released me from the bustier and I took a deep breath.
“That feels so good. I never knew how nice taking a deep breath was until right now.” He smiled and kissed down my neck, licking and biting, and with the addition of the tongue barbell, I was a quivering mess by the time he used it to stroke one of my nipples.
Somewhere along the line the panties went the way of all of my other clothes and we were both naked and sweaty and ready.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” he said as he looked down at me. Hey, at least he’d said something first instead of shoving it into my face like some guys did. Nothing made me feel sexier than a penis and a hairy ball sack being shoved in my mouth when I least expected it.
“You do, do you?” I moved my hands down and stroked him.
“Yes,” he said, and I scooted down and he moved up, and I took him in my mouth. Once again, I am not a blowjob master, but with my hands, I could do pretty well. I hadn’t been going very long when he grabbed my chin and moved my head away.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to be inside you.” Aw, how considerate. I propped myself up on my elbows and he shifted me back up and laid my head on his pillows. He smiled before he moved down my body and settled his face between my legs. I was so looking forward to what else he could do with that tongue ring.
I parted my legs for him and he stroked my leg almost absentmindedly. What was he doing? I wanted his mouth on me. RIGHT NOW. He couldn’t tease me like that and then not follow through.
“If you don’t lick me right now, you’re fired,” I said and he laughed against the inside of my thigh.
“I was just making sure that was what you wanted, Miss Clarke,” he said before he licked me up and down.
Every curse word and expletive exploded in my brain and I fisted the sheets as he licked me again before taking my piercing into his mouth. My piercing was designed to stimulate me in that area already, but in addition with the little ball on his tongue ring, I was coming undone in only a matter of moments.
“Are you enjoying your coffee, Miss Clarke?” he said smiling up at me and that almost did it.
“Get back to work, Mr. Blaine,” I said, stroking his hair.
So he did. Moments later I was in the grips of a powerful orgasm. He let me ride it before going back again, and wringing a second out of me right away, one even more powerful than the first.