Page 14 of Wrong Number, Right Silver Fox
"At the end of the hall."
He carries me there and sits me down on the edge of the bed. He takes care of the condom in the bathroom and comes back to me. Reaching behind me, he slips my zipper down my back and takes the dress off. He draws in a deep breath when he finds out I'm not wearing a bra either.
"Fuck, I'm glad I didn't know about this when we were in the restaurant. I'd have fucked you in the car. Lie back down for me, Vixen. I'm not done with you yet."
"You keep saying that. What does that mean?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
I move myself to the middle of the bed and watch him, naked in front of me. His body is glorious. He definitely works out. The bed dips down when he puts his knee on it, and a shiver goes through me when I see the lust in his eyes. He's definitely not done with me, and it gives me a thrill.
As he crawls to me, my legs open themselves as if I'm offering him a home between them. When he reaches me, his hands roam my legs and thighs, and I find I'm already leaving a wet spot on my bed.
"Are you going to ravish me again, my savage?"
"I need to drink these juices that are dripping down onto the bed. I want to taste you so badly, my vixen."
"You don't know how many times I've imagined you between my legs, just like this. Your tongue teasing my slit up and down until I'm ready to scream at you so that you penetrate me deeply."
"So you've been busy these past few weeks when you were stalking me?" he murmurs.
"Yes, I've needed you so badly."
He places kisses on my inner thighs and slowly moves closer and closer to my drenched pussy. As soon as I can reach his beautiful salt and pepper hair, I do. I tug at him gently, but with enough force to show him my desperation.
I can feel his hot breath between my legs and my pussy clenches in response. I am so eager to feel his tongue against my pussy lips, but he seems to be taking his sweet old time.
"I need more."
"I know that. But you're going to be a good little girl and wait until I'm ready to give you more."
His words make my whole body tremble, and my skin explodes with goosebumps all over. That voice. This man. He places kisses up and down my slit and then gently opens me up like I'm a priceless gift.
"So beautiful. So pink and glistening. Ready for me."
"Yes! I'm so ready for you, Savage."
That's when I feel his open mouth against my slit. He moves up and down, teasing and torturing all at once. I instinctively push my hips against his face, needing to fuck his face right now. When he stops at my clit and gives it little kisses, I'm about to scream.
"Please, Savage."
I hate to beg. I consider myself the queen of my domain, but this man has shattered my walls, and I don't think I will stop begging until he gives me what I need.
"You're so delicious, Vixen, I could eat you up all night long."
And that's what he does. He eats me out over and over until I've had three more orgasms and my body is so spent I can hardly move. His tongue is pure magic, and at times, I don't know if I'll survive the intensity of his lovemaking.
Afterward, I lie in his arms and marvel at the way my life has changed since I met him.
"You are an amazing woman, Emily. You've moved me in ways no other woman ever has."
"Jack…"
We're using our real names now. Right now I'm not the crazy stalker sexpot that's after him. I'm Emily, Student Counselor extraordinaire, and oh, we need to talk to HR so badly.
"I want to do something special for you this Saturday. Are you available?"
"For you, definitely."
