He pulls away, straightening up. The hunger in his expression is more intense than before.
"Lie back, rest on your elbows," he commands. His voice, so full of confidence and authority, turns me on as much as seeing his desire for me.
I decide to tease him first. I undo the button of his jeans and lower his zipper, pushing his pants and boxers down. Wrapping my hand around his hard-on, I move it up and down, watching him slowly come undone. His breath quickens, coming out in sharp exhales. When I drag my thumb across the tip of his length, he rewards me with a groan.
"Lie back," he repeats, his voice even more authoritative than before. I do as he says, perching my heels on the table, opening myself for him.
He touches my center over my panties, which are soaked. My thighs quiver slightly as he peels the thong off me, leaving me completely exposed.
Lowering himself a tad, he cups each of my ass cheeks in a hand, lifting my butt up until my center is level with his mouth. And then he licks me once, from my entrance up to my clit. My body becomes a slave to his mouth as he continues to pleasure me, and when he dips his tongue inside me, mimicking the act of making love, I feel like I'm about to rip out of my skin.
"I need…." My voice fades because my already sensitive nerve endings explode, heat radiating through me, making my toes curl.
Christopher pulls back, damn him.
"What do you need?"
"To touch you," I say with bated breath.
"Whatever the lady says." With a rueful smile, he holds out his hand, helping me hop down from the table. We're both shaking with desire as my fingers grope at his chest, a fumbled attempt to undo his buttons. Eventually I rid him of his shirt, tracing the lines and muscles of his chest with my fingers.
Lowering my hand, I palm his thick and hot length and I can feel his composure melting away. And then I feel his fingers gliding up and down my folds before dipping slightly inside me. Touching him while he touches me arouses me to no end.
“I’ll bring a condom.” I hurry to the nightstand next to my bed, returning quickly with a condom, ripping the package open and sliding it over him.
"Fuck," he growls. "I want to feel that sweet ass of yours against my thighs while I'm buried deep inside you."
"Do it," I challenge.
He turns me around, bending me slightly. I rest my palms against the wooden surface. He trails his mouth up my back, lavishing me with kisses.
Pushing my hair to the side, he kisses the back of my neck while he settles the tip of his erection against my ripe flesh. A shiver travels down my spine. When he rubs his tip around m
y entrance, teasing me, I suck in a deep breath. I've never been so aroused in my life.
He enters me in one swift move, and office sex might just become one of my favorite things. Sweet heavens, he's so deep inside me.
"Oh! This…." Dropping my voice to a whisper, I admit, "It’s so deep."
He stills. "Does it hurt?"
"No, I love it. I…. It never felt like this."
"I will be rough."
Goose bumps rise on my skin.
"I want you to," I say confidently. He pulls out only to slam into me, filling me. My knees become weak as he repeats the movement, faster, deeper. He places one hand on my shoulder, the other on my hipbone, gripping me tightly as if needing to ground himself. Then his hand descends from my hip to my center, and he circles my sensitive spot with his fingers. I nearly explode, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor and desperation, wanting my climax but at the same time not wanting this to end.
"I love seeing you this wild," he murmurs between groans. "You feel so perfect." His words spur something deep inside me. My orgasm builds slowly, with every thrust and every touch of his fingers on my bundle of nerves, but my release hits me with a mind-blowing intensity, fast and exhilarating.
Moments later, I feel him widening inside me, and he cries out his own release. Pulling me to him until my back is flat against his chest, he cradles me, his head resting in the crook of my neck. I sigh, safe and happy in his arms.
Chapter Twenty-One
Victoria
Over the next week, Christopher stops by the house every other night, sometimes eating dinner with us, sometimes only arriving after dinner if he had a late meeting. On Thursday, Sienna puts her foot down after dessert, saying Christopher and I need time alone for a proper date. She announces that the three of them will spend the weekend at Aunt Christina's.