God, I wanted it so badly.
His fingers skimmed up my stomach, pushing my sweater aside. Then he bent and his mouth brushed the skin just above my navel. I couldn’t hold back a quiet moan at the tingles in my stomach. His touch was gentle as it skimmed down to the sensitive skin where my hips met my thighs. A tremor moved through me as he slipped his fingertips beneath the edge of my panties.
He drew aside the fabric and cool air hit my pussy. There was a sharp intake of breath from him and he swore quietly.
“Fuck, you’ve got a perfect cunt, baby girl,” he breathed.
My hips jerked, straining up from the desk. My clit pulsed and I let out a quiet whimper of desperation.
He slid my panties down in a quick movement, leaving me fully naked before him. Then his mouth was on the inside of my thigh, his tongue and lips moving up toward my pussy with frustrating slowness.
“Please,” I whispered, embarrassed that I was begging him.
“Please what?” His voice was muffled as he kissed the delicate skin above my knee.
“Please…just touch me there.”
He lifted his head as I glanced down and I saw him just inches from my pussy, his lips parted and his tongue caught between his teeth.
“How do you want me to touch you, baby girl? Use your words for me.”
I let my head fall back, squeezing my eyes shut. “Lick my pussy. Please.”
“How?” His voice was husky, urgent.
“Don’t you know how to eat pussy?” I breathed through gritted teeth.
He laughed softly his hot breath washing over my wet entrance. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Fine.” I arced my back a little, offering my pussy to him. “I want it soft, don’t be rough with it. Lick it, curl your tongue around it, suck on it. But gently.”
“Like this?”
His mouth grazed my entrance, barely contacting my skin before he shifted lower. I jerked as his hot, wet tongue slid over the skin below my pussy, lapping gently. Then it trailed up the crease between my vulva and my labia with devastating slowness and stopped just before it touched my clit. Then he did it all over again…and again…and again. My shaking hips pressed forward, aching for him to touch my clit, even for the briefest moment.
“Viktor, please.” I couldn’t stop the words from escaping my lips.
His fingertips slid over my pubic mound and gently tugged back the skin. Exposing my clit fully. At this point I was so aroused I could feel it pulse down to my pussy, beating a desperate rhythm. Then his tongue curled hot, wet, and incredibly soft around my clit. Wrapping it in pure ecstasy as my hips bucked against his mouth.
Then he pulled back and started all over again. Little by little, he broke me down until I was a weak, shaking mess in his hands. Then his mouth pressed down over my clit and the tip of his tongue flicked gently across the most sensitive part of me until I couldn’t hold back.
My fingers wove in his hair and my brain went blank as an orgasm burst between my thighs. My clit pulsed as he dragged his tongue over it, coaxing every minute of pleasure out of me. Until I was spent and shaking with stars going off behind my eyelids.
Gripping my hips to hold me in place, Viktor parted my thighs further and buried his head down between them. The tip of his tongue circled my entrance, teasing the sensitive flesh. Then he slid his hand up and opened me gently, spreading me with his fingers. He was looking at me, taking in the most private part of my body, wet and swollen from what he’d done. The realization sent another surge of desire through me and I bit back a moan.
I glanced up just in time to see him dip his head again. His hot tongue swiped just inside my entrance, the tip lapping gently at the sensitive flesh. I’d never had anything bigger than a tampon there and he seemed to be aware of that. His touch was incredibly gentle as he cleaned the wetness from my pussy like it was something precious.
“You taste just like I thought you would,” he murmured, his words vibrating against my sex.
“You…you thought about it?” I whispered.
“I jacked off to the thought of eating you out every day this week,” he said, without a trace of shame. “You’re my wife and you’re beautiful. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I…I don’t know,” I admitted.
Instead of answering, he pulled me closer to the edge of the desk. His tongue dragged up to my clit and he began caressing it with soft, wide strokes. He was building me up again, coaxing another orgasm out of my still tingling pussy. I let my head fall back and released a soft moan, yielding to his touch. It was ecstasy, having him hold me in his big, hard hands and eat me like I was his last meal.
For several minutes, the only sound in the room was my ragged breaths. Then he stopped and lifted his head, his fingertips tracing my lower stomach. I pushed myself up on my elbows and he met my gaze, his pale eyes glittering.