His mouth angled away from mine, his lips wet against my cheek as they brush down to my neck. I panted loudly with he used his teeth to scrape a slightly painful path down the line of my throat.
“Want to take you right here, right now. Spread these thighs and bury my face in your pussy, see if you taste as sweet as you look. I wanna eat you until I’ve had my fill, and Cress, babe, I’m a growing fuckin’ boy so I’m starvin’.”
“Ohmigawd,” I whispered because I’d lost all capacity for rational thinking.
The minute his mouth hit my skin I’d been a goner.
I’d thought I had imagined how good his hands and mouth felt on me during our two kind-of-dates but I was wrong, my memory was a weak thing and the reality of it all was kicking its butt.
My head lolled backwards against my chair as his lips travelled lower, following the path his clever fingers opened for him over my breasts. He didn’t open my blouse the whole way, just enough to lick, suck and bite at the swell of both breasts above the white lace bra I wore.
My hands fisted in his hair as he almost viciously sucked one of my nipples through the abrasive fabric.
“King,” I called breathlessly.
He used his teeth on my nipple, just hard enough to have my hips surging off the chair. His large hands came to my legs, shoved my tight woven skirt up my thighs around my waist and then wrapped over my hips then back between my thighs so he could wrench them open and hold then down.
I looked down at him as he stared like a pious man at the alter of my panty-covered mound.
“Been dreaming of this pussy, Cress, need it now. Gonna take it hard and I need you to stay quiet for me, babe, yeah?” he ordered, his voice so gruff with desire that I could barely discern it.
I nodded frantically as I watched him touch his finger to the panel of lace between my legs and slowly come away with a string of my wetness still attached to him. I’d soaked through my panties.
He dipped his head, lapped his flat tongue over the lace then sucked briefly on the fabric over my clit. I made a garbled sound of ecstasy, unable to help myself.
“Stay quiet,” he reminded me as he hooked two fingers in my panties, shoved them aside to make way for his tongue.
I shook my head back and forth, trying to get a grasp on the slippery slope of euphoria I was quickly ascending as he tongue dipped, hot and greedy inside the well of my arousal.
“Fuck yeah, you taste like fuckin’ sugar,” he groaned into the side of my inner thigh then sunk his teeth there. “Look at me as I eat this cunt, Cressida. Watch how much I fuckin’ love it.”
I saw stars behind my eyes as he attached his mouth to my sex, but it absolutely blew my mind to look down to see him feasting on me, his mouth open wide over my pussy so he could fuck me with his talented tongue. His golden head rocked slightly as he thrust in and out. I tightened my fingers in his silky locks and ground against him, my inhibitions incinerated by each flaming lash of his tongue.
Little sounds started to filter from my mouth but I couldn’t stop them as my orgasm worked like a tsunami inside me, sucking away all my willpower, rearing back with everything I had, everything I was, to crash into me full force.
“King,” I called weakly.
One hand snapped up to muffle my voice. As soon as it was secure, I broke open, that huge tidal wave shattering against me, drowning me almost alarmingly in brutal pleasure. I sunk beneath the sensation and rode it out until I gently washed back onto the shore of my consciousness.
When I did, I opened my heavy lids to see King’s head resting on one of my inner thighs, a hand soothingly stroking the tender skin on the inside of the opposite leg. He looked up at me like a cat that ate the canary.
I stiffened immediately, reality flooding back in the wake of my release. I scrambled away from him, tugging down my skirt, righting my panties and trying to do up my shirt buttons all at the same time. King calmly sat up on his knees again, took my frantic hands in one of his and used the other to redo the clasps on my blouse and smooth my hair down.
“Perfect,” he stated when he was done.
I fell into his cool blue eyes, drowning in a different way at the hands of the same man in less than five minutes.
“King,” I croaked, my throat sore from my muffled groans. “This wasn’t right. I, I’m sorry, but this won’t happen again. I told you before and I’ll tell you again, I am a good woman, I’m not comfortable crossing these boundaries with you. I’m the adult here, the authority figure and I should have said no, most of that responsibility is on me.” I sucked in a deep breath to settle myself. “But you can’t do this anymore. I just proved how pathetically weak I am and I need you to stop putting yourself out there for me.”