D.T. pushed the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, then tossed it aside. “Smart move, sweetheart,” he said of her risqué outfit. “No need to seduce me, but I appreciate the gesture, anyway.”
She shook her head. Her eyes were still closed and she wore a dreamy expression on her beautiful face that told him she was already lost in ecstasy. The thought made his chest puff out just a bit.
“I’ll do whatever I have to for The Cause. You know that. But the fact that you willingly gave me the gold, without me having to seduce you or fight you for it….” Her lids fluttered open and she stared at him. “I appreciate that, D.T.”
He gave a slight nod. “And I appreciate the fact that you didn’t take the gold and run.”
A soft smile tipped her lips. “You touched me and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. You knew I wasn’t going anywhere.”
“True,” he said a bit cockily. He grinned at her and added, “Nothing about us is perfect, but it is damn hot.”
Gizelle laughed. “I can’t argue with that.”
“Mmm, good. The less you argue, the more I get to do this.” His mouth crushed hers and he kissed her long and deep with all the passion he possessed and all the passion she ignited within him.
Gizelle’s arms snaked around his neck in a tight embrace and he pressed his body against hers. D.T.’s hands moved over her bare back and down to her hips. He pushed the material of her skirt up to her hips and then twisted his fingers in the waist band of her miniscule panties, dragging them down as she lifted off the desk. He broke the kiss just long enough for her to unwrap her legs so he could discard the tiny swath that barely covered her. Then he positioned himself between her legs again. D.T. pressed his cock against her mound and let out a low groan at the heat that penetrated his pants.
His cock throbbed with need. His heart hammered in his chest at the thought of making love to Gizelle.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered as his lips brushed hers and then swept across her high cheekbone to her temple. “I want you more than anything.”
To prove his point, he knelt between her legs, forcing her to release him again. His tanned hands splayed against the creamy white flesh of her inner thighs, his thumbs absently rubbing her skin. Gizelle squirmed under his touch, which turned D.T. on all the more.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “I know what you’re going to do to me, D.T. And I’ve wanted it for so long.” Her lids seemed to grow heavy again as she stared down at him. He could barely see the shimmering pale green irises that were framed by thick, dark lashes. But the look she gave him was sultry. Heated. Full of desire and dark promises. And an intense need to be the recipient of all the pleasure he intended to give her.
D.T.’s erection strained against his pants and he wanted so much to feel her hands on him. Her mouth, her tongue. He wanted to lose himself in the feel of her before he pushed his cock deep into her tight pussy. But before that, D.T. wanted to make her come.
His hands moved upward, spreading her legs a bit wider. When his thumbs met at the heart of her, he ran their pads over her already wet and swollen lips. Gizelle’s body jerked in response to his touch, but D.T. didn’t let up. He stroked her in long, full movements that had her panting in a heartbeat. Then one thumb pressed to her clit as the other moved over her inner lips and teased her tight opening
with slow circles.
Gizelle’s head fell back and her hips pushed forward, silently imploring him to continue. To give her more.
D.T. didn’t intend to hold back. He’d give her exactly what she wanted until she begged for more.
***
His thumbs on her sensitive flesh were enough to make Gizelle grip the beveled edge of the desk and hold on for dear life. When D.T.’s head dipped between her legs and his tongue joined the party, it was all she could do not to scream from the pleasure that shot through her. And the excitement over knowing exactly what he intended to do to her.
Spreading her wide with his thumbs, his tongue began a slow, sensuous dance over her flesh, tasting, teasing, tantalizing. He licked at her with long strokes, then targeted her clit with a strong, focused flicker that had her squirming and moaning and racing head-on toward a powerful orgasm. Then he sucked at her, drawing her swollen clit into his mouth, before he flicked at it again with the tip of his tongue. The constant change in technique kept her from coming, but that did not mean that Gizelle’s excitement wasn’t soaring through the roof.
Relinquishing her tight hold on the edge of the desk, one hand pushed through his hair as the other palm flattened against the glass top to steady herself. Gizelle bucked and writhed from the sensual onslaught of D.T.’s skilled tongue. When his mouth closed fully over her and his rhythm became quick and determined, her pulse escalated along with her breathing.
“D.T.,” she gasped as wave after wave of sensation flooded her body, making her so damned hot. So aroused. So in need of him. She careened toward climax. “Oh, God.”
D.T.’s tongue continued to tease and titillate her clit. His long finger circled the opening of her pussy before pushing deep and causing Gizelle to cry out. The sweet invasion was so erotic, so needed, Gizelle could barely stand it.
As D.T. set a steady pace of licking and sucking her clit while pumping his finger in and out of her, Gizelle responded by lifting her hips and thrusting them toward him, taking everything he had to offer. When the sensations collided and exploded inside her, she cried out his name. Her fingers tightened around his strands of hair. Gizelle rode the waves of ecstasy, loving every single second of pleasure D.T. gave her, knowing there was so much more to come.
As her orgasm ebbed, D.T. continued to stroke her slowly with his tongue and finger. He kept her arousal at full peak, even though she’d just climaxed. With a long sigh, she said, “How the hell did I go six months without that?”
D.T.’s head lifted and grinned up at her, looking quite pleased with himself. “Missed me, did you?”
She smiled despite herself. “You’re such an ass.” Shaking her head, she playfully said, “Arrogant and much too cocky. On the other hand—”
“Damned good in bed?”
Gizelle laughed. “And then some.”