Page 77 of Hale Yes
I slide my long middle finger into her entrance, and a rumble starts in my chest when I feel how snug she is. I’m going to have to work her over a bit before I can even get a second finger in, much less my cock.
Nicolette grinds downward, and I hold the heel of my hand against her center while gliding my finger in and out of her. It takes a few minutes to get a second digit inside, and I’m itching to feel that silky warmth around my dick.
Watching for her reaction, I switch to the other breast and bite down lightly. My fingers are met with a gush of wetness,and I groan around her.Hmmm, she likes a little teeth with her suction.
Pumping my fingers in and out, I move my thumb to her clit and take another nibble of her rock-hard nipple before soothing the bite with the flat of my tongue. That’s when I feel the tremors begin in her hot cunt.
Before she can find her orgasm, I slide my fingers from her body and release her breast. She’s incensed, huffing out an exasperated breath.
“Why did you stop? I was so close,” she complains.
I don’t answer right away. Instead, I hold her gaze as I lick my fingers, slowly, one by one. Her green eyes flare with desire, and my cock surges forward at the salty taste of her. Then I step forward and curl my hand around her throat again.
“You will come when and where I tell you to come. And right now, I want you to come all over my face. I need that greedy little clit to quiver against my tongue as I lick you to paradise. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she breathes, and I’m hooked on the sound of her sweet surrender.
I make quick work of her pants, socks, and shoes before I take in the sight of her in the red thong that perfectly matches the bra she was wearing.
“I can appreciate how lovely these are,” I tell her, dragging two fingers between her legs and making her gasp, “but they’re not even worthy to grace your perfect body.” A few seconds later, the panties join the bra where they belong. On the floor.
Nicolette crosses her arms over her chest, and I meet her green gaze, slowly shaking my head, consternation heavy in my eyes.
“You don’t hide from me,” I instruct, taking her hands and tugging them down and to her sides. “You are perfect.” My headtilts thoughtfully to the side as I rake my eyes up and down her body. “Well, except for one small thing.”
She swallows audibly. “Wh-what?”
Stepping closer, I herd her with my big body until her ass is against the lab table, and then I trail my fingers up her neck and to the top of her head. With my torso pressed against hers, I begin to remove the bobby pins holding her hair in its customary bun. One by one, I make a stack as her locks begin to unwind.
“Jesus, how many fucking pins do you use?” I grumble after about the fiftieth one.
A soft giggle escapes her lips. “I have a lot of hair.”
“Hmph, no shit.”
While I’m disassembling her hairdo, she takes the time to run her hands all over my torso, and I revel in the fact that she feels comfortable enough with me to touch me at will. Then her fingers pause to trace the scar on my left shoulder, and I tense, but she moves on without questioning me, thank god.
When her hair is in a high ponytail, I inspect the black band securing it. Deciding against trying to slide it down and over the mass of curls, I loop my index fingers into it and pull until it breaks.
Burying my fingers in the thick, loopy locks, I pull her forward and kiss her, massaging her scalp until I feel waves of softness cover the backs of my hands.
“That’s more like it,” I say against her lips. “Your hair is sexy as fuck.”
Nicolette’s tongue delves boldly into my mouth, and her arms wrap around my thick torso, binding our bodies together. She tastes like the sweet tea we had earlier when I ordered dinner delivery, like sugar and a hint of mint. Finally, I pull back and lower my hands to her waist. With an easy lift, I boost her bare ass onto the lab table, making her yelp.
Then I slide two fingers inside her pussy and attack her neck, my mouth exploring until I find a spot that makes her clench around me. And I suck on it.
“Helix!” she gasps. “Don’t leave a mark I can’t cover up. I don’t want Dr. Hale to see it at work tomorrow. He’s really bossy.”
I chuckle against her skin. “That’s what concealer is for, baby. If you need recommendations for a good one, I know a guy…”
Her laugh is music to my ears, and I lean back to find her mouth stretched with amusement. She’s so pretty when she laughs. After one last hard press of my lips against hers, I place my hand in the center of her chest and give her a push. “Put your feet on the table and lean back on your elbows so you can watch me eat your pussy.”
She does as instructed, and I lower to my knees, spreading her thighs wider for my inspection. I’m now eye level with her pussy, which is pink and glistening with arousal, like a siren’s call for my mouth. I kiss my way up her right thigh, my mouth taking little detours to explore new places to nip and lick. When I reach the apex, I hold myself back from diving into where I really want to be—because, god, she smells good—and kiss down her left thigh, building the anticipation for both of us.
“Please, Dr. Hale,” she whimpers, and my cock swells in my pants.
The sound of her. The sight of her. The smell of her. It’s like my synesthesia has shifted into another form, and all my senses seem to be crisscrossed. I can practically taste her even though my mouth is inches from her heaven. Glancing up at her face, I see her red aura, burning more brightly scarlet than I’ve ever seen.
