Page 32 of Blood Stone
She gripped the edges of the desk again.
Adrian bowed over her once more. “Better,” he muttered, and fitted his thumb and forefinger around the lower curve of her breast. “Now...”
He lowered his head more and this time, his lips went where she needed them. They closed around her nipple. She cried out at the exquisite pleasure that shot through her at the touch of his mouth around it. But he didn’t just suck or stroke it with his tongue.
His teeth stroked, too. She felt the edges of them close around the peaked crest, and draw along the short length of it, while his tongue rasped over the now hyper-sensitive tip.
As she cried out in reaction, her hands moved toward his head again, before she could stop herself. It was instinctive, driven by a desire to keep him there, keep him doing that wonderful thing he was doing.
Kate halted the movement just before she touched him, knowing that if she did, he would immediately halt what he was doing, and carry out his threat. He would tie her down.
And while she didn’t have any objections to the idea in principle, for right now, she did not want him to stop what he was doing. Not for a second.
She returned her hands to the edges of the desk and clutched it convulsively as Adrian sucked the tip of her other breast into his mouth and treated it with the same care and attention. Her clit was not just throbbing...it was pounding with frantic want.
As his lips worked, his hands were smoothing their way down her body. Heading for her hips, and the heated juncture of her thighs, where her swollen clit and pussy lips waited for his touch.
Kate caught her breath, held between the sensations his mouth was delivering and the anticipation created by the direction his hands were taking.
But his fingers slipped between her thighs, instead, separating and lifting them up.
He released her breast as he spread her ankles, hooking her heels on the desktop. She was opened up for him completely.
Adrian thrust his tongue into her navel, making her abs muscles quiver. “I like a woman with hips,” he said approvingly. He slid his tongue further south, making her pelvis tilt and her hips lift. He hovered over her cleft and caught her gaze. “Still think you know what will happen next?”
She shook her head. She had stopped trying to anticipate minutes ago. Adrian defied clichés.
“Good,” he said.
His fingers slid into her pussy, as his tongue thrust against her clit.
Kate arched up off the desk, almost immediately caught up in the bombardment of a swirl of intense pleasure and building excitement. And she realized with a swiftly scattering shock that she was going to come again, after all. It was already gathering, the long slow swell of orgasm, deep in her belly.
Adrian’s thick fingers pushed into her in irregular formation, sliding against her pussy walls and making her shudder and her muscles clench around him in dire need.
He released her clit, and the fingers in her vagina slid out and down across her perineum, to circle her ass. Spreading her own lubricant, she realized, with a rush that was both pleasure and concern.
But before she could open her mouth to protest, Adrian’s mouth closed over her clit, and his tongue thrust against it again, stroking it. And two of his fingers pushed into her ass.
Kate gripped the desk even harder, as the orgasm that had been building in her transmuted into something harder, more intense...different. She moaned, the need to protest overcome by this new pleasure.
Adrian was spreading her, working the muscle, easing his way, and that relaxed her even more. He clearly knew what he was doing, so there was a good chance he wouldn’t hurt her.
He dipped his fingers into her pussy to sop up more moisture and bring it back to her ass and kept thrusting his fingers, training her, stretching the muscle. Preparing her. And all the while, his tongue and mouth were driving her crazy, as he worked her clit.
Kate forgot that he was preparing her and was lost instead in the sensations he was creating. The always mind-blowing pleasure of having her clit stroked with a tongue. And what she always thought of as the “darker” sensations of fingers probing her ass.
When he at last straightened and guided his cock so it nuzzled her ass, Kate was breathing fast and hard, already close to coming.
Adrian took his time entering her. Kate made herself relax and felt his cock spread her open and revelled in the sensations. It was glorious. She had enjoyed anal sex before, but it had never felt this...good. It was robbing her breath and stealing her focus, and that was just from Adrian’s cock pushing into her.
What would it be like when he started to thrust? She moaned at the idea as she lay clutching at the sides of the desk, as Adrian slowly impaled her.
When he was fully lodged inside her and at rest, Kate realized she was trembling. She was as close to climaxing as a pebble on the edge of a cliff. It would take but a simple slide of a hand to send her soaring off into the air. She was afraid to speak just in case it shattered the moment.
Adrian pulled back out of her, and thrust in again. “Vice grip,” he said, and his voice was hoarse.
With a start, Kate realized that in all this, Adrian’s own excitement level had been rising, too. Now he was inside her again. His chest was lifting and his jaw flexed as he pushed back into her.
