“Fuck!” He nipped her neck. “I love garters.”
She gasped as he blew a steady stream of air across his love bites, a cool contrast to the heated trail his mouth left.
“You’ve just been upgraded to sexy office girl.”
“I like that.”
Their mouths met again as his hands made their way between her legs. He rubbed his palm against her clit while his fingers settled against the damp fabric that barely covered her slick opening. She wiggled into his touch.
“Mmm…I like that too.”
His fingers glided along her folds, circling and teasing until she was about to buckle from the anticipation. Finally, his finger slid past the lace, and he mumbled under his breath at the feel of her wetness.
He plunged one finger then another inside her burning flesh.
As he devoured her mouth, he captured her moans. He pumped in and out, his thumb stroking her nub. He kissed her like a tender lover, slow and deep, but his fingers fucked her with a voracious thirst as if needing her pleasure for his own.
She didn’t know if it was the spontaneity, the man, or the culmination of all her fantasies come to life, but she was ready to explode, hard and fast. He felt so strong wrapped around her. This was exactly what she needed.
He ripped away from her mouth, leaving her panting against the cool steel as he bent and took position between her legs. His hot breath tickled her skin. He moved the soaked-through scrap of material to the side and dove in.
“Shit! Fuck!” Thousands of tiny sparks lit up her body as he assaulted her pussy with strong laps from his tongue.
She felt the smirk spread across his lips at her reaction. Her skin sizzled. Her thighs clenched. Her stomach fluttered with every scratch of his cheek.
“Please!” She lifted her pelvis, grinding her sex into his greedy mouth.
He picked up speed. His tongue and fingers worked together to bring her to climax. She watched him enjoying every second of his task. She smoothed her fingers along the coarse strands of his hair, coaxing his head back. He looked at her with fire in his eyes. His mouth was swollen and glistening from her juices. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
She thrust his face back to her slick center.
“Come…” He whispered between steady lashes of his tongue. “…for me.”
She broke apart at his words. Her orgasm began in her belly, coiling around and around until it popped. A barrage of fireworks exploded under the cover of her eyelids. She gripped his head, holding him in place, and breathed through the pleasure.
He licked her still sensitive flesh, slurping and sucking every ounce of her cream, trying to draw out the last tremors of her orgasm.
“That was…you…I needed that.”
“Happy to be of service.” He kept his place between her legs, his tongue flicking to stroke her swollen folds. She could feel herself on the rise again.
“You keep that up and you’re…”
The sound of clanging metal and muffled voices turned their gaze upward.
“Sir. Sir. Is everything okay down there?”
“I think we’re being rescued,” he whispered against her nether lips.
“Already?” Becca couldn’t believe what had just come out of her mouth.
Moving to an upright position, he assured the workers they were fine. Then he mumbled into her ear, “More than fine.”
The worker still yammered in the background as Mr. Sexy captured her lips with an open-mouth kiss.
“Can you taste yourself? Like…” His tongue dipped between her lips. “… candy.”
“Mmmmm…” The slight grate in his voice sent another rush of moisture gushing down the inside of her thighs.