That sounded terrible.
There was a small lingering worry that this was a bad idea. That if I took this leap, there would be no turning back. And when—if—it all came crumbling down around us, I would be the one to go. To walk away from this job I loved and be forced to start over.
Again.
I knew what it was like for relationships to go to shit. For people to end up being so much different than you expected them to be. Dangerous, even.
He angled my face toward his, the tug at my scalp fucking up every part of me. He dipped his head, his lips close enough to mine that they felt like they were already touching, even though they weren’t.
He wasn’t overpowering me despite the way he maneuvered my body. Like he owned it. I was in control here.
I was always in control with him, no matter how out of control he made me feel.
He waited for me to decide what came next. Whether I wanted to dive in head first or walk away for good.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I flicked my tongue over the center of his lips, teasing. Taunting.
And he snapped.
His lips crashed against mine as if he’d been waiting for this homecoming since that first day we met. Sure, we’d kissed twice since.
But this was different.
Thiswas like that first time.
Needy. Desperate.
He grabbed two handfuls of my ass before lifting me onto the solid wood surface and settling between my thighs. My skirt bunched at my hips of its own accord, baring my pussy to him.
He groaned, his head falling back as if the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties was unexpected and everything.
He should probably get used to it. I pretty much never did.
His head dipped again, sucking at my pulse point. “Can I?” he asked, and it caught me off guard. “Please.”
“Yes,” I sighed, greedy for whatever he wanted to give me.
And then he fell to his knees in front of me, which was not what I expected at all.
I tensed and he noticed, pausing as he looked up at me with his long fingers wrapped around each one of my thighs.
“Is this okay?”
He looked like he might die if I said no.
“I…” I hesitated. “I’ve never…”
I couldn’t finish the sentence, a little embarrassed to admit out loud that I’d never had someone’s face this close to my finechina before. Worse, even, that I’d never gotten off with anyone but myself and I wasn’t sure I could.
“It’s okay, pretty girl.” One of his hands slid up the inside of my thigh. “I’ve got you.”
I leaned back on my hands, my head falling back as he slipped his middle finger inside me and nipped at my clit.
“You don’t have to—” My words cut off with a gasp as he ran the flat of his tongue over every inch of my seam and slowly pumped his finger inside me.
“My mouth on your sweet cunt is the only thing I’ve been able to think about for the last fucking year,” he said before sucking my clit between his lips. A heat inside me buzzed against my skin, threatening to burst free. “How nothing and no one could ever live up to the image of you on your knees for me. For a stranger. Because you needed to not think. To forget.”
