"Joel," I breathe.
"Don't tease if you don't want me teasing you back." He presses my knees together and drags my panties down my thighs.
They fall off my knees landing on the ground.
I tug at his jacket. I'm not sure what I'm asking for. Only that I need more of Joel and now.
He reads my mind. He slides his suit jacket off his shoulders and tosses it aside. The garment is nice. It deserves more tender care. But I don't give a fuck about that at the moment.
I need his body pressed against mine.
I need all of him.
His fingers dig into my thighs. Slowly, he presses my legs apart.
He lowers himself to the floor.
I tug at his hair. "I can't stay
quiet."
"You can." He blows cold on my inner thigh. Then hot.
Then his breath is on my sex, sending desire out to my fingers and toes.
My hips rock of their own accord. I barely manage to catch my balance.
Joel reaches up to me. He places my right hand on the table. He takes my left hand and sucks on my fingers, one at a time.
The pressure of his mouth on my sensitive skin… I can barely stand it.
When he's done, he slides his hand up my torso. His thumb catches on my lip. It's an instruction.
I take his thumb into my mouth and suck hard.
He lets out a low groan. Then his other hand is on my thigh, pinning my leg to the table.
He nips at the skin of my inner thigh.
He does it again and again.
He does it until I'm so desperate with desire that I bite his thumb.
"Please." My words are muffled by his digit.
But he understands.
He licks me from bottom to top. It's mercilessly slow and soft. I can't take the tease right now.
I need Joel.
I need to come on his face.
I need him inside me.
"Now," I groan.
He slips his index finger into my mouth as he licks me a little harder, a little faster.