Jordan placed the boots beside him on the floor, then rolled down one stocking at a time, kissing his way up and down her legs. He gripped the band of the garter and thong, and she lifted her pelvis.
Pulling away the black fabric, he saw that it glistened with her cream.
He took in her perfection. Creamy white skin covered her womanly frame, and a thin strip of dark hair covered her mound, clean and trim. Her hands rubbed along the side of her breasts, enticing him, drawing him to her body.
“You’re beautiful.” He didn’t care if he was being corny or sappy. It was a fact, not a line. He had given her enough of those over the last five days. She deserved to know how he really felt. He leaned into her and rested his stomach on the edge of the couch, curling a strand of her hair around her ear. He held her stare, hoping that with one look she would know that his intentions were true. He may have resorted to using pickup lines in order to pursue her, but his actions didn’t match his end game. He wanted more.
Pulling her body toward the edge of the couch, he trailed openmouthed kisses down her neck until he reached her breasts. Wasting no time, he captured one nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth.
Becca arched into him and moaned. He lapped his tongue across the stiff peak, then moved to the other, paying just as much attention to its twin.
Kissing his way down her abdomen, Jordan felt her muscles quiver beneath his lips. The soft strands covering her mound tickled his chin as he tongued down to her slit.
He took his time, kissing the insides of her thighs, across her pelvis, finally penetrating between her folds. His tongue probed up and down her lips, tasting her cream, teasing her clit. His palms found her thighs and pushed back, spreading her wider. Becca entwined her fingers in his hair and pushed him deeper into her folds, deepening his kisses.
Thoughts of the last time he spent between her legs flooded his memory, but this moment blew that memory out of the water. She tensed under his touch and that only made him suck harder. He brought his fingers into the game, tickling her opening, coating the tip of his finger with her juices. He kissed along her thighs and used his finger to circle her hard nub.
“Jordan.”
She pushed at his head, letting him know she preferred his mouth on her pussy. He obliged but kept his finger close, slipping it inside her opening. He kept up a good rhythm and she began to gyrate against his mouth. She gripped the edge of the couch tightly, moaning long and low.
As he increased the speed of his tongue, her noises became a little too loud for the atmosphere. He slipped his cream-covered finger into her mouth to keep her from crying out. Her legs tightened and clamped around his head. Her tongue swirled around his finger as she sucked, exchanging screams for long pulls of her mouth around his finger. She came with a shudder.
Jordan continued to tease her core and he heard her giggle. She clamped her hands around his head and pulled him up, smashing her mouth down onto his. He loved her lips, so soft and warm against his. He loved the way she nibbled at the side of lips, her tongue teasing the crease.
His cock bobbed again
st him, aching to feel her warmth. Jordan gently pulled Becca away and laid her back against the cushion. He turned, meaning to grab his wallet from his pants when he heard her gasp.
“Look what I did.”
Jordan followed her eyes to the cushion underneath her. There, staining the black fabric, was her cream. A juicy reminder of the pleasure that he could wring from her body.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t...”
He cupped her chin and leaned down for a kiss. “Sorry? Do you know how hot it is that I can make you come so hard?”
She let her head fall back as he kissed her neck.
“People will know what we did in here,” she whispered.
“People will know that I am great in the sack.” He caught her shy stare. “I’m very okay with that.”
She reached her hand out to touch his cheek. He hoped it wasn’t his cheesy lines that got her to his office, or even the dirty ones. He needed to know that it wasn’t just for another quick score. He had every intention of taking this, whatever it was between them, out of the office and into the real world.
“Why did you finally show up?”
“I told you. You’re a master of persuasion.” She grinned.
Jordan cocked his head to one side, not believing for one minute that she was giving him the truth. “Now you’re giving me a line.”
“You’re the one with the all the lines.” She lowered her gaze. “Why do you think I’m here?”
“I’m not sure. I didn’t even use my line on you today.” He had been too distracted by her beauty, and then he was interrupted by some guy who was way too familiar with his woman.
“You didn’t? Today’s line was my favorite.” He gave her a confused look and she smirked. “Wow.”
“That wasn’t...I...”