Knowing that no man is ever going to touch me like that again.
“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” he groans before his tongue returns to my clit.
Just the tip at first, soft little licks, flicking my aching clit hood, each one sending an electrical spark throughout my body, layering one on top of the other in the pit of my stomach.
“Sit up for me,” he rasps, muffled against me. “I want you to watch me fuck your little cunt with my tongue before I make you come on my cock.”
I struggle to push myself, and he grabs my hips to help me sit up.
My thighs involuntarily spread even wider, and my ass slides to the edge of the desk.
“There you are,” he says, looking up at me with eyes drenched with arousal. And then his tongue is on me again, pressing flat against the middle of my clit, his finger curling deep inside me, making me moan with each thrust.
It’s like every single nerve ending is alive, and it’s cloying, crying out for more.
With his free hand, he pushes on my calf, bending my knee up, my foot resting on the desk. Even without seeing my reflection, I can just imagine the picture I must portray, splayed out, his head between my legs, his mouth devouring my clit.
A wanton slut for him.
It’s so dirty, goes against everything I think about his buttoned-up image, that I want more.
“Faster, Kingsley, please,” I beg softly.
“Not yet, Luna. I’ve been waiting for this for too long. I’m going to savor it.”
Almost as punishment, he pulls his mouth and fingers away from me, and instead runs his tongue up my thighs and then brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking my wetness off them, his eyes locked on me.
“Fucking delicious,” he growls, and his pupils bottom out into a pool of dark lust, as if tasting me on his fingers unlocks something in him.
Gripping my ass, he pulls me hard against his face, his tongue deep inside me again.
It feels so intimate, so erotic. I gasp. “Kingsley! God, please. I need to… fuck…”
His tongue rams deeper inside me one more time before he drags it up to my clit and flicks it hard and fast, side to side.
“God. I’m going to come. God…”
He doesn’t stop, keeps laying the licks one on top of the other. The tentacles of my climax knot so tightly in my diaphragm, it hurts. Then the pressure finally gives way, explodes, sending shards of sharp pleasure all throughout my body.
All I can see are stars as his tongue doesn’t stop, not once. Just keeps its onslaught on my clit as I writhe, my hands finding the sides of his head as I gasp for mercy.
“Kingsley. Fuck. God, please.”
“One more, Luna. For me, sweetheart. Let me hear you one more time.”
He says the magic words.
How does he know what they do to me?
I collapse back, my other knee bending up on the desk, splaying me out in front of him while I buck against his mouth, letting him drag me to another orgasm as I barely recover from the first one.
My hips find a wanton rhythm as he slips his fingers back inside, and I press into them, his tongue making my clit pulse to the point of pain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan as his mouth wrings every last ounce of the orgasm from me.
When I can barely feel my body anymore, I collapse against the desk, his tongue dragging slow and wet against me, making me jump with each touch.
Finally, he gently kisses his way up my body, his lips nipping at my neck as he lies back on the desk next to me and gathers me to his chest.
