I was so focused on what my finger was doing that I didn’t see how close to the bed I was until my knees knocked against it, and then I was faced with a new dilemma. If I put her down, I’d have to remove my finger, and I really didn’t want to do that right now. But if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to taste her, and I really fucking wanted to do that right now.
I hadn’t realized how close my finger was to her entrance while I was thinking until the tip entered her and I felt how tight she was. At the same time, she dug her nails into the base of my back, and mewled, “Please.”
With a groan, I removed my finger and gently lowered her onto the mattress. The sight she made lying there with her hair spread out and the little diamonds on her chest glinting was better than anything I’d ever seen in my life. Just as I moved to touch her again, though, she sat up and started tugging on the buttons on my shirt, almost pulling me down on top of her. “Why won’t these undo like normal ones?”
Having struggled with them on many occasions, I gave the answer we’d all come up with at work one night. “Because they were made by someone with a cruel sense of humor?”
I didn’t want to think of the specifics, but if people imagined the sort of shit we got on us they’d understand the amount of times we’d tried to get the shirts off in a hurry, too. But someone had made the buttonholes small, so that was impossible, meaning the torture was prolonged because you had to undo each one carefully. That said, I’d never been in this precise situation for wanting it off quickly, and I couldn’t decide which was worse.
Lifting my hand up to my mouth, I sucked on the finger that had been inside her seconds ago, groaning. That was the decision made for me as her taste filled my mouth, and I made a mental note to get the dry cleaner to fix the damage for me the next time I handed my uniforms in - or to just buy a new one - and tugged the fabric harshly.
Little buttons scattered everywhere as it parted, leaving me bare chested seeing as how I’d taken off my undershirt and Kevlar after work. It had been a long day, and when I’d gotten Ellis’s text to go to his after work, I’d stripped off the grimy shit and had gone in what I had left on – just my uniform shirt. I had a new-found sense of gratitude for that at this moment, especially when it meant she could run her hands over me without me needing to strip off another layer – which is what she was doing at that moment.
I jumped when her soft fingertips stroked over a sensitive spot, making her smile. “Are you ticklish?”
“Pretty much from head-to-toe,” I admitted, not giving a shit that I was giving her new ammo to use against me, especially when she leaned in and dragged the tip of her tongue over the area making me do it again.
Following a line down to the bottom of my abdomen, she changed course and followed the dip from one of the muscles down to where the waistband of my pants was. “I’ve always wondered about these,” she murmured, moving her lips over the area. “I saw them when you were running once and I wondered what they’d be like to touch.”
“And?”
Looking up at me as she moved the tip of her tongue horizontally across the area now, she whispered, “I love them. It’s like a calling card for a woman’s vagina – the big V.”
Each sweep of her tongue made me twitch and the attention she was giving the area was a sweet form of torture. I desperately wanted to undo my belt and kick my pants off, but I was caught up in how thoroughly she was exploring me. That was until I saw her arm move and looked down to see her hand between her legs.
With shaking hands, I jerked the belt buckle and undid it, reaching for the button of my pants. “Please tell me you’ve got your finger inside you.”
Moving her lips over the area I’d just exposed, she breathed, “Uh, huh!”
“Fuck!” It’s fair to say that I got undressed faster than I’d ever done it in my life as I kicked my pants and underwear away from me, not caring where it landed. Bending over, I picked her up and moved her up the mattress so that I could get my legs on it, too, settling her head on the pillows. “I feel like I’ve been dreaming about this my whole life.”