Page 37 of Facet

Needing more, I lifted her to the small counter and stepped between her parted thighs. I dipped my rough hands into the lacy waistband and over the smooth globes of her ass.

She gasped into my mouth, and I nipped her lower lip.

“Up,” I panted, barely breaking contact with her mouth. As she lifted to allow me to slide her panties down.

Slowly, I drew them along her thighs. As she sat there with her lower lip caught in her teeth, I used that opportunity to get on my knees. My lips followed the tiny scrap of fabric until I tossed them to the side. Her smooth skin beckoned to me, and I kissed up the insides of her thighs, pushing them wider with my splayed hands to expose her wet, glistening slit.

Unable to hold back any longer, I tugged her to the edge of the counter and placed her legs over my shoulders. Then I ran the flat of my tongue through her pussy, feeling the way it tried to clamp down on my tongue as I dipped in on my way to her clit.

“Oh God,” she breathed when I circled her already swollen little nub. She tangled her fingers in my hair and held me where she wanted me. Her hips rolled as she moved in time with my tongue and mouth.

Like the goddess she was, I worshipped her. On my knees, between her legs, I showed her what she meant to me as I feasted on her. When I inserted a finger, she squeezed it and I added a second one. Then I curled them against that magical spot that made her see stars as I sucked on her clit. Her panted breaths got faster, and she tightened her grip on my hair.

“God, Damien. Please don’t stop. Holy shit,” she mumbled.

A quick glance up at her showed me what I did to her. Cheeks flush, lips parted and kiss-swollen, she stared at me with glazed green eyes. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life.

I held her gaze as I continued to work her body over like it had been made for me. When she started to make those sexy little sounds that told me she was close, I reached up with one hand and pinched her nipple through her tank top.

“Oh fuck,” she cried, and her sheath tightened around my fingers. “I’m gonna come.”

Fucking right, you are.

Finally, her already tight cunt squeezed the life outta my fingers before she exploded. Her walls clenched and throbbed around me, and she came in my mouth. As she screamed my name, I drank down every drop I could, but some ran down my chin and onto my shirt. My hand and arm were soaked too, but I didn’t give a fuck.

As she slowly came down, I pressed a kiss to her sensitive clit. Once the little aftershocks settled, I withdrew my fingers.

“That was…” she breathlessly began but faded off.

“Beautiful?” I asked as I kissed her thigh and got to my feet. As she watched with hooded eyes, I licked my fingers clean.

“God, that’s hot,” she whispered, and I chuckled.

Still sitting there with her legs parted, I leaned in for another kiss. As I did, my hand instinctively went to her now soaked pussy.

“Fuck, I want you,” I told her as our heated breath mingled. “You should call out tonight,” I told her as I dipped my head to brush my lips lightly over hers.

“I can’t do that, I wouldn’t feel right,” she replied apologetically.

I squeezed her braless tits over the soft fabric of her favorite sleep tank top.

“Instead of me calling in sick, I have a better idea,” she seductively breathed. “How about if, when you take me to work, you stay? Then, on my break, we can make use of the office again.”

“Done.” Grabbing the back of my shirt, I dragged it off over my head and used it to wipe my face and arm. Then I dropped it in the hamper.

I paused before I left the bathroom and reached up to unfasten the necklace. Then I gently put it around her neck. I leaned forward, kissed the dark stone and let it settle against her skin. It pointed down to her cleavage and I loved that it would be my constant navigation to her tits.

As I walked into my room to get a clean shirt and my cut, she called out, “I hope you’re gonna wash your face and hands!”

“Nope. I wanna smell you all night long,” I replied. That wasn’t a lie. If I could’ve spent the rest of the night between her legs, I would’ve.

I heard her mutter, “Oh, my fucking God.”

With a grin, I grabbed a clean T-shirt from my drawer and shrugged on my cut. Then I went out to the common area to visit with the guys until she was ready.

It wasn’t long before she came out looking gorgeous as ever, hair braided and helmet over her forearm. “Ready?”

The beer that I’d been nursing went to the table and I stood up. “Whenever you are.”

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