With determined hands, he slowly pulled her skirt up. He stroked the outside of her thighs, and when he got the fabric of her skirt around her waist, he leaned in and put his nose against her sheer black thong. He smelled her pussy through the fabric and let out a long, erotic groan.
“You’re always so ready for me. I can’t wait to taste you, cupcake.”
His big hand took one leg and placed it over his shoulder. She grabbed the bar in the elevator to keep her balance and closed her eyes when he nudged her thong to the side with his finger. The anticipation was nearly too much. When he placed his warm tongue at her entrance, she buckled.
“Hmmm. I got you.” He held her up by her hips, and the one leg was still hanging over his shoulder.
He licked and licked, over and over again. With one hand, he opened her up so he could lap at every inch of her. When he found her clit, she couldn’t stop the moan from passing her lips.
“Ahh, right there. Yes, oooh.” Her hips moved to get more friction. She needed to come; she was so close.
“So fucking good. Come for me, cupcake. I want my face covered with your cream.”
Oh my God. Her body seemed to take over entirely, and as if it had its own will, she let go of all sense and shamelessly rocked against his tongue. He slipped his middle and index finger inside of her and pumped in and out in a harsh rhythm. His thumb kept pressure at her clit, flicking it over and over. The sloppy sounds were pushed to the background she came so hard she heard drumming in her ears.
“That’s it. Mmm. So fucking beautiful.”
Kate was brought back to the elevator as she opened her eyes and saw him standing before her with the proudest grin she’d ever witnessed on anybody.
He gave her a quick, wet kiss and whispered, “Fuck nice.”