Page 138 of Blood in the Water
Fuck I’d never thought of sex at my computer desk, but now it was my life’s greatest dream. Maybe not now, but very,verysoon.
“Ciel,” she breathed as I nipped at her bottom lip and pulled her hips down onto my lap. She had to feel it, had to feel how hard I was. A little piece of my brain worried she’d be disgusted, but it evaporated into mist when she ground against me and let out a whimper of need.
“You’re not smoke,” I murmured in her ear as I latched onto her earlobe and nipped. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of my forearms. She shifted, her hips moving against mine. “You’re real.” It wasn’t so much a statement as a question.
“I’m real,” she answered. “Ah, Ciel, yes.”
My lips clamped on the skin at the base of her neck, and her whole body shivered on top of me.
Computer chairs were all well and good—sexwouldbe happening here eventually—but right now, I wanted her in my bed. My hands grabbed her thighs, holding her tight against me as I stood and kicked the computer chair backward so I had a straight shot at the bed.
She giggled—God what a beautiful sound—when I plopped her down. Her hair fell around her head like a red halo, her eyes bright and glittering as they stared up at me. For a few moments, we just drank each other in. This sight—her beneath me, my hands on either side of her head, her flushed cheeks—seared itself into my memory.
I leaned down to kiss her. “I like you in my bed.”
“Sheets are nice,” she breathed. “Maybe I’ll stay awhile.”
Her hands came to the waistband of my pants just as mine did to her.
“Okay?” I asked, not trusting my voice to combine other coherent sounds.
She nodded against my lips. “Yes, please, yes.”
My fingers dove into her pants, brushing against the soft skin and just the barest sense of hair. I groaned aloud when her arousal soaked my fingertips. She arched into my hand as I teased a finger down her slit.
“Deep breath.”
“Shit,” she gasped when I pushed one finger inside and pressed the pad of my thumb against her clit. Her pants were tight against my hand, but it didn’t matter. There wasn’t time to take them off; there was only the pleasure I could bring her as soon as fucking possible.
Her fingers slipped into my pants, and I jerked when they wrapped around my cock. My brain almost went into a kernel panic, a complete shutdown and reboot of my systems. The only thing left in my head was the feeling of her wet warmness around my hand and the feeling of her fingers slowly exploring my shaft.
“Is this real?” I mumbled. Her hand moved up and down my length. “I’m not passed out at my desk and dreaming?”
It had happened once. The disappointment was like getting hit by a freight train.
She gripped me harder. “Real.”
Thank God. I pushed my finger inside her again, pulling it out slowly before thrusting it back in. She was still tight, but her muscles were slowly relaxing while her legs spread wider around me.
“Tell me what feels good.”
“Right there. Yes, just like that,” she whimpered as I inserted another finger. If I could bottle up that sound and play it on repeat forever, I would. “You, too, Ciel. Tell me what feels good.”
Her hands hesitated. “Have you done this before?”
She broke the kiss to look up at me. “No, I haven’t.”
I almost fucking came. “You’ve never given a handjob before?”
She swallowed and shook her head. “Never.”
“Close your hand around me,” I said as I kept my fingers moving within her. My thumb circled her clit again, and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Move up and down with a slight pressure, not too tight, but—yes, exactly like that.”
I groaned as I pressed my nose into her neck. She was such a fucking quick learner. Within moments, she adjusted her grip and speed while still paying attention to my movements. Now, I was the one falling apart under her hand.
I withdrew my fingers from her core, kissing away her whimpers at being empty, but I couldn’t wait to anymore. I pulled her shirt over her head before doing the same to mine. Then I quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it over my shoulder, where it caught on the headrest of my chair.
She gazed up at me.
