Page 440 of Rock Me All Night
"Tom, please." I tug at his hair.
"The way you say that is fucking sexy." He kisses his way to my belly button then positions himself on his knees.
"You think I'm that sexy?"
"Fuck yes."
His lips tread lower. Lower. He traces the lie of my hipbone with his tongue. Almost.
He slides his hand up my thigh and over my sex. "This. How wet you are—"
I groan.
"That's fucking sexy." He slides his hand up my torso and teases my nipple until I'm groaning. "And that." He sucks on my inner thigh. "And this."
God, he's close.
I take a deep breath. "Tom, I..."
"I've got you, kid. All you have to do is relax and breathe." He flicks his tongue against my skin. "If you like something–" He takes my hand, places it on his shoulder, and guides me through a squeeze.
Okay. I can do that.
My eyes close as his mouth moves closer. Closer. I try to push any insecurity out of my head. Relax and breathe. I'm breathing. I deserve partial credit.
His tongue flicks against me, and I forget everything else. My name. W-I-L. Oh. Fuck. That hardly matters.
Intense doesn't begin to describe it. His mouth is warm and wet and he moves with all the precision in the world. Hard flicks send shocks of pleasure through my torso. Soft licks build slow waves of ecstasy. My knees nearly buckle when he sucks on my lips. Holy hell.
I squeeze his shoulder. Yes. More.
Tom slides his hand around my hip and under my ass. He adjusts my leg, hooking it over his shoulder, spreading me open. He sucks on my labium until I'm wrecked with pleasure, until I'm clawing at his shoulder. Then he's at the other, moving with that same finesse.
My groans build until they're much too loud for our semi-public venue. I don't care. Arrest me. Better to go to jail for the next one hundred years than to hold back anything.
I reach for Tom's hair, pressing my fingers against the back of his head. Who knew it was possible for two people to be this close? For one person to matter more than anything else in the world.
He licks me up and down, teasing my clit with a single flick of his tongue each time. Again and again. Until I can't take it anymore.
"Please," I groan. "Please make me come."
He responds by sucking on my clit. This time, my knees do buckle. Tom pulls away. He shifts to his feet and looks me in the eyes. "You okay making a mess of that desk."
I should care that I'm fucking up a stranger's office, but I don't. Not even a hint.
I nod. "Yes. Now. Please."
He pushes everything off the thick desk and sets me on top of it. He guides me onto my back and spreads my knees. His lips trail up my leg. Close and closer. Until they're on me again. My eyes flutter closed. His tongue flicks against my clit, and the world clicks into place.
Fireworks everywhere. These beautiful bursts of color and light. Like a movie. Like a daydream. Like everything.
"Don't stop." I squeeze his shoulders as hard as I can.
He works me with that same rhythm, same pressure. Yes. There. I settle into the ground. Dig my heels into his back. Tighter and tighter. One more flick and I scream.
All that pressure releases as I come. An orgasm washes over me. I'm not sure I even know my name at this point. A plant of some kind. A tree. Who cares?
Tom looks up at me, the pride of accomplishment spread over his beautiful face.
