"You're beautiful, Isla." His tongue slowly grazes my smooth folds. "You're so wet. You've been wet all night, haven't you?"
"I've been wet since you walked into the boutique weeks ago."
I feel quick movement behind me as he rises to his feet and pulls down the zipper at the back of my dress before he yanks it over my head and tosses it on the floor. "You wanted me then? It was the day you propositioned me."
I nod my head as a meek, "yes," falls from my lips. I push back, feeling his rock hard cock pressing into my ass through the fabric of his pants.
"Tell me what you were going to do." His fingers trace a path around my bare nipples before he pinches first the right, and then the left, hard.
"Ah, please." I rub my thighs together, my right hand dropping from the glass to my pussy.
His shoes kick at my feet, forcing them farther apart as his hand grabs my wrist, pushing it back to the window. "Keep your hands on the glass or I'll tie them behind your back."
I move them both quickly towards my thighs.
He reacts instantly. His hands find mine, pulling them back up. "Don't do that. I mean it."
"I want it. I want you to tie me up."
"Christ," he mutters into my neck as he grinds himself into me. "This is too much. You're too much."
My cheeks heat as I feel his body pressed against mine. I lean forward, resting my forehead against the glass.
"Tell me," he hisses. "Tell me what you were going to do that first day. If you came to my office tell me what would have happened."
I turn my head to the left to catch sight of his face. The sweat on his upper lip matches the want in his eyes. He's as lost to this as I am.
"I'll show you," I offer with a raise of my brow. "I want to show you."
His eyes close briefly as he swallows hard. "No, not tonight."
"Please," I whine, wanting to show him.
I may not have had a set plan that day in Liore when I offered to show up at his office, but I do now. I want to taste him. I want to slide his cock between my lips so I can hear the sounds he makes when he's chasing his release. I want to give that to him. I want to please him more than I've ever wanted to please any man before.
"I need this." His hand snakes between my legs to cup my pussy. "I want this tonight."
I moan as I grind myself into his fingers.
"Don't move, Isla. Keep your hands on this glass."
I nod faintly before the room falls silent. The only sound is my labored breathing and a soft rustling behind me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Gabriel
I eat her with a ferocity I've never felt before. I can't get enough. I lick her, suck her, breathe her scent into me; the taste both intoxicating and addictive. The sounds she makes the most arousing I've ever heard.
Her right hand drops from the glass and into my hair. She tugs on the strands, urging me closer as she grinds herself back onto my face. The bite of pain spurring me on more because I know she'll pay for that. I'll teach her that the pain I desire, and need, is hers.
I slow, licking her pretty pink cunt with soft strokes, wanting to keep her on the edge longer. She's frustrated. I hear it in the soft moans and whimpers. I feel it in her fingers, the way they're clutching, and pulling. She wants to control this. She wants me to give her exactly what she needs.
I pull back and a deep groan escapes her. My cock aches with the sound.
I stand, resting my lips against her cheek. Her hair is a tangled mess, her lips moist and plump. Her skin is glowing with a sheer mist, the product of her writhing against my tongue.
"Gabriel, please," she whines.
"You moved your hand," I lean into her and whisper harshly, my hand gliding across her ass cheek.
She moans beneath my touch, inching herself up to her tiptoes in an effort to line up her dripping wet pussy with my fingers. She's close. I could feel it with my tongue when I circled her swollen clit over and over.
"I want to come," she purrs. "Let me get myself off. I want to touch myself."
I raise my hand in the air before I bring it down to her ass. The sharp crack of my skin on hers fills the room, along with a guttural groan from her lips.
"Again, please?"
Fuck. The request almost drives me back down to my knees.
I run my fingers over her folds, pulling the wetness along her ass, before I slap it again, harder this time.