In lieu of a response, he slid his hands beneath my skirt and began divesting me of my sensible comfortable black cotton panties. Worn because the possibility of getting laid by my boss on the kitchen table hadn’t really crossed my mind. Yet there they went, flying over his shoulder.
“I guess we are,” I said.
He pulled a chair over and sat, hot eyes on me the entire time. A muscle jumped in his jaw repeatedly. Thank god I wasn’t the only one wound up about this.
I went up on one elbow, nerves buzzing in my head. “What are you doing now?”
“What people do at tables.” Strong hands held my legs apart. “Eating.”
My stomach dipped. “Oh, god.”
His head disappeared beneath my skirt.
Jimmy Ferris seriously did not mess around.
Warm breath hit my most secret female flesh. Okay, enough fancy talk, it was my vagina. Then he dragged his tongue up the length of my lips, sending lightning streaking straight up my spine. “Holy f**k.”
Beneath my dress, he hummed. The sweetest sound in all of creation.
I wriggled, trying to get closer. “Jimmy.”
His mouth attached to first one lip and then the other, sucking hard. Blood rushed through my veins at the speed of light, all of it heading straight to my pu**y. It’d been so long since I’d had this, and never with someone so blatantly into the act. His mouth covered me, hot and hungry. Fingers sunk into my thighs and his tongue lapped at my labia, making me moan. I don’t know when my back hit the table once more. Early on would be my guess. Same went for when my eyelids slid closed on the cold white ceiling, high above my head. What Jimmy was doing took my full, undivided attention, every wet sound and fierce sensation driving me wild. My h*ps jerked, head turning this way and that. It was too much and not enough. I never wanted it to end.
The knowledge that this was him pressed all of my buttons, bringing my love and longing roaring to the surface. So much emotion, I felt ready to combust. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him all, to offer him anything. How incredibly foolish would that be? I bit down hard, the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.
He ate me like a man deprived, starved.
He ate me like I was his favorite meal.
Vaguely related, apparently singers had excellent tongue control and strength. Bless them for that, many, many times over. In fact, the man excelled at oral beyond my wildest dreams. He worked his mouth between the lips of my sex, tongue diving deep, tasting me. Then he’d trail the tip up to my cl*t and tease me until I cried out. It was sublime. The muscles in my thighs drew tight. He gave me long, strong licks from just above my ass to my cl*t followed by sweet suckling kisses. My head spun, my senses reeling from overload. My sex had never been so spoiled.
And so it was that then, with all my elegant flailing, the chunky ass medical boot smacked him in the side of his head and we cried out together. In pain.
“Shit.” He extricated himself from beneath my clothing, rubbing at his skull. “You okay?”
“Yes. You just have a really hard head.”
He shook said head.
“Please don’t stop.” Pain didn’t matter, only coming did. “Please?”
“Just a minute.” Carefully, he draped my wounded leg over his shoulder. “There we go. You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, panting.
“You sure?”
“Jimmy!”
The smirking bastard. “Okay, Lena. Don’t get all over excited. Now, where was I?”
“You want me to hit you in the head again with the boot?” Desperation tightened my voice, murderous thoughts running through my brain. I was a sweaty horny mess and he needed to start taking me and my orgasm seriously. Now. “Do you? Really, Jimmy, is that what you’re telling me?”
He chuckled.
And then he pushed up my skirt and got back to it, lucky for him. His ever-so-talented lips worked me up and up, to heights unheard of before. Up where the air was thin and the stars within reach. This was more than just great head. I felt so high, the rush of hot sweet emotions filling me had to be touching him too. The power of how he stirred me, driving me out of my mind was so intense.
He couldn’t not feel it.
The tip of his tongue traced over my opening, making my muscles clench. So damn empty. Every inch of me drew tight, my legs shaking. My ass rubbed against the smooth surface of the table. He’d made me so impossibly wet, my pu**y swollen and aching. I needed to come more than I needed to keep breathing. When his swift, clever tongue focused in on my clit, it was almost all over. A long, hard suck of it finished me off, tipping me straight over the edge. The freefall was magnificent. The world blurred to white and blood roared in my ears. It was basically an out of body experience. My mouth opened on a silent scream. Such pleasure, such joy.
It took me quite some time to come back down. When I did, Jimmy was standing, busy tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth. He’d come prepared.
“We good?” he asked.
My breath … I’d lost it somewhere. No matter. I’d just lie there and glow, my pu**y still pulsing with aftershocks. Perfect.
“Lena?” His hint of a smile was so cocky. There was a flash of dimple and everything. But honestly, he’d done such a superlative job on me. It was thoroughly well deserved.
I nodded, giving him proof of life. My mind was still drifting down from the heavens. God. Sex had never quite that celestial before. All he’d done was put his mouth on me, I might not survive more.
Though I’d definitely die happy.
He stared down at me, hands busy rolling the condom over his cock. Before I could rise up on an elbow to get a look, he was positioning himself at my entrance. The slight pressure from the blunt head of his penis made sparkling little shocks break out anew. Baby fireworks. Shivers raced across my skin. He stroked over my tummy, setting his palm against the damp skin, up over the curves of my dimpled thighs, so white and big. All of my insecurities came running on home, despite the lust in his eyes. He was so big and beautiful standing over me.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, voice ragged.
I couldn’t talk, my throat dry as stone. So I just nodded. Surely he had all the permission he needed. I lay there decimated by him, wet and willing.
“It’s been a while.” A bead of perspiration ran down the side of his face. His shoulders rose and fell furiously, the struggle for control obvious in every part of him. “Want it to be good for you.”
I swear my heart up and died at the doubt in his voice. Sometimes, we were more alike than I gave us credit for.