Page 63 of Accidental Theirs
God, she’s gorgeous.
I look down at her hungrily, taking my hand to spread her lower lips by putting my fingers in a ‘v’ and watching the pink flesh clench with desire.
“Look at you. Look how fucking gorgeous you are, baby.”
“Damien,” she gasps, rocking her hips slightly so that my fingers brush along her clit. “Damien, please.”
“Use your words. What do you want, baby?”
“You. Want you inside me.”
I chuckle, shifting so her legs loop over my shoulders.
“Not today. You’re sick. Plus, I told you the next time I’d be the one in charge, didn’t I?”
She moans low in the back of her throat when I lower my head and blow air across her clit, her thighs trembling under my hand.
“Please.”
“I told you, baby. Use your words.”
“Please kiss me there. Please eat me out.”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
I lap at her clit with gusto, tasting her mild but sweet flavor with a groan.
I’m hard as diamond in my slacks, but this is about her. This is me taking charge and giving her an orgasm.
I’d been too nervous before, been too focused on just being with her.
I take my time, latching around her clit, sliding my tonguedown to her entrance, using my mouth to bring her right to the edge and then backing away.
She nearly screams when I do it a third time, and I look up at her, laughing softly.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” She’s trembling all over now.
“Oh, you wanted to come? Could have just asked me. Could have just used your words like a good girl.”
“Please. Please make me come, Damien.”
“There you go, baby.” I go back to my task, this time not letting up even as she wiggles and writhes beneath me, gasping out my name over and over.
I wait until she’s tugging at my hair before I finally stop, panting and looking up at her.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.” Her chest is heaving, and I can’t help being a bit proud of myself.
I look at my watch.
“Time to go back to work.” I stand up, and she looks at me incredulously.
“You’re going back to work?”
“Somebody has to,” I joke, and she frowns at me.
“You’re not going to stay and let me take care of that?” She gestures to my crotch, and I fight not to flush.
“Saving it for our date.” I walk over to her, cupping her cheek as I kiss her gently.
