Page 52 of Hold Him Like Gravity

He moved between my thighs as his lips pressed harder, demanded more, claimed everything.

My good hand was digging into his shoulder as he pulled my legs around him until I crossed my ankles, holding onto him.

He pushed closer, his hardness against the heat of me, making a moan escape my lips as I rocked shamelessly against him.

A deep rumble moved through Rico, vibrating into my chest, leaving trembles in its wake as my lips got hotter and hungrier on his.

Rico’s hands slid down my sides, sinking into my hips, using them to rock me against his hardness, fanning the flames inside of me as he drove me up.

But his jeans and my pants were too thick, too restrictive, making a low grumble escape me as the pleasure felt just out of my grasp.

Rico’s lips spread to a smile against mine before they fully broke away.

“No,” I whimpered as he pulled against my legs, against their hold of him.

“Shh,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my swollen lips as he moved back.

Reaching down, he grabbed my legs, tilting them up until I had no choice but to lower fully back against the desk.

His hands went between us then, grabbing the waistbands of my pants and panties and starting to pull.

My feet pressed into his stomach to use him as leverage to push up, allowing him to slide the material off of my ass, then down my hips.

The cool air washed across my overheated skin.

Anticipation shivered through me as he freed me, as his fingers teased the bare skin of my ankles then calves. Then he was grabbing my knees, pulling, spreading them wide for him.

My core tightened as his fingers teased up my inner thighs, as they drifted across the triangle above my sex.

Then, eyes holding mine, his fingers traced up my cleft; the barely-there touch making my inner thighs shake as desire surged.

Rico’s eyes warmed as his thumb found my clit, teasing it with whisper-soft circles until I was writhing and whimpering for more.

Only then did his fingers slip downward and press inside of me.

I nearly fell apart just then as my back arched and a low, deep moan escaped me.

“That’s a good fucking sound,” Rico said, his voice a sexy rumble with his own need.

Then there was no more talking, no more teasing, no more taking it slow.

The need became this overpowering thing, stealing everything but the end to the torment coiled in my lower stomach.

Sensing the change, Rico’s fingers started to thrust harder, faster, as his thumb continued to circle.

As my moans started to fill the room—shameless, desperate—that low rumble moved through Rico again.

“I need to taste you,” he said.

Then his thumb was off of my clit.

But before I could object, Rico was lowering himself into the desk chair and moving between my legs. His tongue replaced his thumb, the sensation making me arch off the desk as my hand slapped down on the back of his neck, holding him against me.

Rico had no intentions of moving away, though, as his tongue continued to trace delicious little circles and his fingers turned inside of me, stroking against my top wall, creating a new sensation that had my desire coiling tighter and tighter, ready to explode.

Then, with one more circle and one more stroke, I did.

The orgasm soared through me, making my back arch and my thighs clamp to the sides of Rico’s head as the pleasure rolled through me over and over and my moans filled the room.

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