Page 73 of Drunk on Love

“I can tell. I love that I can tell.” One of his hands was at her waist, and she covered it with her own.

“Do you want to know what else I thought about?” she asked him.

He lifted his head to look at her.

“Absolutely I do.”

Had anyone ever been this laser focused on her? Not that she could remember.

She slid his hand down.

“I thought about you touching me here,” she said, moving his fingers between her legs. He dipped one finger inside of her, and she watched his smile widen.

“Were you this wet, when you thought about that?” She moved her hand out of the way as he pushed her knees wider.

She shook her head.

“Not until I thought about how much I wanted you to put your tongue there.”

Now his grin was very wide.

“Have I ever told you that I like the way you think?”

She shook her head. She couldn’t believe she’d waited so long for this.

“You haven’t, as a matter of fact.” She ran her fingers up and down his arms. She couldn’t stop touching him. Maybe, eventually, she’d believe this wasn’t one of her fantasies.

“Well.” He slid onto the floor and swung her legs wide. “I like everything about you.”

She looked down at him as he pressed kisses from her knee all the way up her thigh. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen anything so arousing. When he was almost there, almost where she wanted him, he moved to the other side, with a little smile on his face. She reached down and played with his hair, so springy under her fingers. He moved slowly, teasing her a little. It was agonizing. She loved it.

Finally, oh God, finally, his tongue slid inside of her, and she let her eyes flutter closed. She’d wondered if she’d just made up how good he was at this, built it up in her mind, because she had to see him almost every day, because she’d wanted him so much. She’d wondered if maybe she’d pretended to herself that he—that this—was more than what it actually was.

But somehow, it was even better. As she gripped his hair, as he kissed and licked and squeezed and sucked, as she sighed and gasped and opened her legs wider and wider, it felt so good that it felt almost impossible, that nothing in the world could ever feel this good. And then he moved, just in the right way, and her fingernails dug into his shoulder, and he kept doing that, just the way she liked it, faster and faster, and she came so hard she almost forgot to breathe.

When she opened her eyes, he was sitting up on the couch again, with her legs draped over him, smiling at her.

“That was... holy shit,” was all she could say.

He laughed. He’d somehow lost his pants, thank goodness. She took his hands and pulled him toward her. He understood, and crawled up her body, to lie half next to her, half on top of her, on the couch.

“Can I tell you something?” he said in her ear. She nodded.

“Every time I would walk by your office and see you sitting in there, at that big desk, I would think about how I wanted to crawl underneath it, and push your legs apart, and slide my tongue inside of you, and make you come, just like that.”

She trailed her hand all the way down his chest, down to his cock, which was hard as steel. He took one quick breath when her fingers landed on him, and then he moved slightly, to give her more access.

“You know that means I’m never going to be able to sit at mydesk again without thinking of you underneath it, with my legs wide open to you, right?”

She looked up at him, and he smiled, but his eyes were on her fingers.

“That wasn’t my intention in telling you that, but wow, is that an excellent side benefit for both of us.”

She started to move her hands faster, but he stopped her.

“I need to be inside of you.” He kissed her, hard, and moved his hand back to her nipples. “As soon as possible.”

Then he dropped his head back against the couch.

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