TEN
HEATH
When her knees part, I see the triangle of her panties and a strip that’s soaked through. Knowing she’s wet is one thing, but seeing it makes my cock throb. “Look how pretty this is,” I say, dragging my finger over the spot. She squirms, and I grin up at her. “Keep still so I can enjoy this.”
I pull her right to the edge of the wood so that her ass is almost hanging off and she's forced to put her feet on my shoulders.
“Lie back, Doe,” I say, and she stills after hearing the nickname I gave her when she was a little girl. “I’ll take care of you.”
Slowly she lies down, and I press her soft thighs open. Before she can think through this too much and come up with a hundred reasons why I should stop, I hook my finger into her panties and jerk them to the side. She squeals, and I feel her tense, but I’m already wedged between her legs so she can’t close them.
“Don’t think, just feel,” I remind her, kissing the inside of her thigh and inhaling her sweet scent.
Her pussy lips are bare, and there’s a little triangle of short curls on top. I nuzzle her there, and my mouth waters as I place a kiss on her clit. She wiggles and then I lick her, and she stills.
“I’ve dreamed of this, Doe,” I say then slowly drag my tongue up and down her opening. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited?”
“N-no,” she stammers as I see her clench her fists.
“I used to think I’d die a virgin waiting on you.”
“You wha—” Her words are cut off when I cover her pussy with my mouth and suck. Then her sentence turns into a loud moan as all the muscles in her body lock down.
My tongue flicks over her clit and then goes in circles as I suck on her at the same time. I want to know every inch of her, so I push a finger into her dripping pussy and rub her there too. Her hips begin to buck, and I add another finger to the rhythm.
“Holy shit, Heath.” Her fingers go to my hair, and I feel the sting of pain as she digs into it and pulls. “Don’t stop.”
I don’t know if she realizes she’s trying to pull me away while smashing her pussy in my face at the same time, but I don’t care. She can smother me, and I’d gladly meet God with her juices running down my chin.
“Shit!” she hisses, and her back arches off my desk.
This image of her will be burned in my mind for the rest of my life, and I’ll never get rid of this piece of furniture. It’s the first of many things she’s going to cum on, including my cock.
With a few more circles of my tongue and my fingers rubbing that sweet spot inside of her, she cries out as her orgasm hits. I suck gently as her tight sheath squeezes my fingers and pulses like she’s trying to hold on to me. A flush runs up her neck and to her cheeks as she gasps for air and then squirms like it’s too much.
I have to throw an arm over her hips to keep her in place because I want more. One orgasm? That’s like having one M&M; it just won’t do. She tries to pull away, but my tongue is relentless as it circles and flicks, circles and flicks. With only a few steady caresses, she’s cumming again, and I smile this time. If she can do two, certainly she can have three.
It feels like discovering all the secrets of the universe, and I’m not surprised it was between Meadow’s legs all this time.
The next climax hits her hard, and she cries out as her body gives up the fight. She goes limp on my desk as I slowly bring her down and take my time cleaning her with my tongue.
Kissing the inside of her thighs, I put her panties back into place and then scoop her fatigued body off of my desk.
“I can’t walk,” she mumbles as I kiss the top of her head.
“You don’t feel like going for a run?” I tease, and she tries to elbow me. “Relax, it's time for lunch.”
I place her on the sofa, and she snuggles into it as I step out of my office and grab the food that was left at my secretary’s desk. Thankfully, she’s already gone on her lunch break so there’s no chance she heard Meadow and me in there. Once I’ve got the food, I bring it over to the table in front of the sofa and place it next to the purse she brought with her. As I spread out the food, I hear her hum.
“That smells good,” Meadow says, but she doesn’t open her eyes.
She looks so fucking beautiful just like this. Sleepy and sated with a satisfied smile.
“Open,” I tell her, and she does as I order as I put a dumpling in her mouth.
Her eyes pop open when she tastes it, and she makes a sound of approval.
“It’s good, right?” I take one and then shrug. “Not as good as you.”