Page 16 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
It was a little creepy but also satisfying to know he was there.
"I don't like waiting," I answered while picking at my nails in a nervous habit I tried to break several times.
"I'll be right outside the doors. I think the two of you need a little bit of privacy. Nobody will disturb you. They will have to go past me, and I wouldn't advise it," Luke walked out with the door barely open when Flex poked his head in.
Luke must've heard him coming down the hall. It was the only explanation.
Flex kicked the door closed until it rattled in the frame.
I rushed into his arms and held him tightly. It was rather unseemly, and I quickly composed myself.
Standing in front of him created this fever inside of me I couldn't control.
I backed away from him, but he continued to advance. My squeal of protest didn't stop him from pressing his loins against me. He spun me around until I was temporarily dizzy but still very much aware of his hot breath on the back of my neck. The soft touch of his finger was replaced by the liquid heat of his tongue circling the sensitive spot on the right side of my neck.
"I haven't been able to think of anything else. You have no idea how much I want you right now. Tell me you want the same thing. What is it that you want?" he asked with his fingers lightly stroking my cheek until there was a rush of color underneath the skin.
I stumbled away from him until I had one hand on my desk to balance out the way the room spun counterclockwise. "I don't know what I want," I stammered.
His hands on my hips made me flinch with a little bit of moisture created from the close and personal contact. "I think you know exactly what you want but are afraid to say it out loud. We are consenting adults. Nothing is stopping us."
The zipper on my skirt was pulled down until the delicate fabric floated around my ankles. His two hands on my ass turned me on. The material was dainty with mesh openings somewhat scandalous and out of character for the prim and proper senator to be.
"I can't think straight when you are around me. Nothing else matters other than the feel of your touch. This is all foreign to me. I've never felt this way in my life. It sounds juvenile when I say it out loud. I'm not just a schoolgirl with a crush. It goes beyond that. It has from the moment I met you. God knows I tried to keep things professional," I rattled on with the excess adrenaline making me nervously speak my mind.
He removed my blouse one button at a time. The rush of endorphins carried with it the implications of something quite delicious happening between us. The danger of somebody walking in at any moment brought with it a sense of excitement.
The matching bra and panty ensemble had his vote of approval. He tried to mask his enthusiasm, but his small gasp was more than enough confirmation.
Those panties slid to my knees with his hot breath sparking the flame into a blazing inferno.
His hand encouraged me to bend over in a compromising position with my bare ass toward the door. It was thrilling to think of somebody walking in to see me unabashedly taking it from behind.
His tongue penetrated the folds in one fluid motion. It took my breath away while I stared at the reflection of a wanton sexual carnivore in the window. I didn't recognize her.
She was a whore for his body but particularly for what was hiding underneath those black pants.
The length of his tongue was more than a little impressive. The slithering serpent was touching me in a way to push me beyond my boundaries. My fists clenched with my fingernails digging into the flesh.
He ravenously attacked me until I became a feast for all of his senses. He buried the length of his tongue repeatedly without mercy. The wet sloppy sound was nothing compared to the ripe aroma of sexual satisfaction in the air.
"Where did you learn to do that? Did you have to take lessons? Let me guess. You had an someone with experience, to show you the ropes," I uttered with my whole body heaving.
He worked his hand around until he grazed my thigh and rubbed my clit with the pad of his finger. My legs trembled while he stoked the fires. He was preparing me, and I was more than ready to succumb to his masculine influence.
The fireworks started with popping lights and then explosions of sensations throughout my body. He knew how to get to me. I hit those high notes with my knuckle thrust into my mouth to stifle my moans.
My teeth left deep impressions in the skin of my knuckles. My voice registered on a higher scale. It was amazing how he taught me the difference between self-satisfaction and blissful exploration.
I found myself on my knees, gripping the desk, and breathing heavily with my head bowed. A fair amount of moisture dripped from the inside of my legs and the follicles of my hair. They hung down between my pendulum breasts.
Developing early than the other girls in school made me very popular with the boys. It turned me into a pariah with my other female friends. It wasn't my fault that every boy had their eyes set on me.
If I could say anything to that little girl, it would be everything would be perfectly fine. That somehow I would become intimately acquainted with a man to leave me positively breathless.
The lights faded from my vision until I was able to focus on the satiated look of a woman that used to be sexually repressed. There was no standing on ceremony. He had brought out the woman in me too many times to count on one hand.
I glanced over my shoulder and found him sitting comfortably still clothed.
