He took another step toward me, placing his hand behind my neck, his body heat spearing into mine. I had my hand curled tightly around the strap of my bag, everything else melting away save this one moment. And then he started advancing forward, using his body to force me move backward. It wasn’t long before I felt the wall block my retreat, and felt his fingers snake around the strap of my bag and yank it off my shoulder.
He laid it down beside my feet, then traced his fingers up the outside of my thigh, landing them on the hem of my skirt. Tingles surged throughout my entire body, and my heart hammered against my ribs.
I didn’t know what he had planned, but I was so ready for it.
“Was that the first time you’ve gotten yourself off by listening to someone talk dirty to you?”
I nodded; my words caught in my throat.
“Good.” He lowered his eyes to my mouth, and I found myself licking my lips. “If I’m being completely honest, the very thought of another man even looking in your direction sends me into a rage.” His eyes lowered to half-mast, and I felt myself becoming wetter.
I clamped my thighs together, the skirt I wore pressing against my flesh, my body ultrasensitive in a matter of seconds. I held my breath.
Could I really be so honest with him?
Yes.
I needed to be.
“I’ve never been with a man,” I muttered gently. “I’ve never done what we did over the phone.” He made a low sound of appreciation and took a step forward. I felt his erection pushing into my belly, a hot, hard length that had a small gasp leaving me.
He felt gigantic beneath his trousers, so big I honestly doubted if he’d fit inside of me.
He had his hands uncomfortably close to the edge of my skirt, his fingertips grazing my exposed skin. I guess part of me had wished something like this would happen when I got to his office, and so I’d dressed in something that would provide him easy access.
I felt so dizzy, every erogenous zone in my body alive.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
I nodded, the breath rushing out of me in quick pants.
“Tell me where you want me to touch you then, Grace.”
God, I didn’t believe I could actually say the words. Never had I been so brash and brazen, so upfront with my demands and needs. But with Seth I felt those walls crumbling, the need to be entirely open with him essential to me.
So, I reached between our bodies and held his strong wrist, pushing his hand between my thighs, up and under my skirt till his fingers lay right against the soft fabric of my cotton underwear. I heard him take a strong breath in; then this slow, almost animalistic sound left him.
The sight of his pupils dilating, the black eating up the dark brown color, threw my pulse into overdrive.
As he stared at me, I felt him brush his fingers across my pussy, the underwear a poor pretense for a barrier. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet for me. These little underpants are drenched clean through, Grace.”
My lips were apart, and I swore I would pass out from not receiving enough oxygen. He leaned in enough that his mouth was so close to mine I doubted a single piece of paper could fit between our lips.
“All I can think about is how you’ll taste.” He put pressure to my clit, and I rose on my toes. When he spoke, his lips gently brushed against mine.
“All I can imagine is how you’ll feel climaxing with my dick deep inside of your tight little body.”
God, I thought I could come right now, before he ever actually touched me.
My hands were now curled around his biceps, clinging on as if he were my lifeline and if I let go, I’d drift away. As he peered into my eyes, he placed his finger beneath the edge of my panties, pulled them aside, then touched me fully.
“God,” I murmured on a choked groan. His finger was thick and big, warm and gliding over my clit. He never once took his attention off my face.
He said nothing further as he started moving a thick finger up and down, softly rubbing the pad of that digit on my clit and making these sounds that had my toes curling and my nails pressing into his arms. I couldn’t think straight, much alone breathe for how he made me feel.
His attention kept wandering from my eyes to my lips and then back to my eyes again. I wanted him to kiss me, to plunge his tongue deep within my body as I wanted him to do between my thighs.
“Spread your legs a little more for me,” he stated gruffly.
