Page 82 of Imperfections Seduced
“Nick, please.” I open my eyes.
I don’t know when it happened, but he’s sitting in his chair in front of me, watching me squirm with desire, my underwear to the side. He grabs me by the thighs and tugs my ass directly on the edge of his desk. His hands caress my bare skin, the burning from between my thighs running down to the back of my calves from his touch. He puts my legs on either side of his chair, pushes my skirt up to my waist, exposing me, never breaking eye contact as he slowly pulls my soaking wet panties down my legs and drops them to the ground. His eyes are staring into me like I’m the only thing in this world he sees.
He moves up close between my thighs again, right above my center. I lean over to pull his lips on to mine, but he won’t let me. His head moves back and he shakes his head at me.
“No, don’t move.”
Wrapping his strong arms around my thighs, he looks down at me and slowly runs his tongue over his top lip, back and forth, in and out, like a promise of how and what he’s going to do to me.
He looks up at me through his lashes. “Is this my pussy, Cat?”
He moves in so close I can feel his breath on me. He blows on me, and I feel the cool air roll over my throbbing wet flesh. I don’t answer. I can’t. He rests the back of my legs on his shoulders and tells me to lie back. At this point, I’ll do any damn thing he wants.
“I’m only going to ask one more time, Catherine. Is this my pussy? Ready and waiting for me and only me? Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you what I know you want and more. I’ll make you come all over this damn desk so fucking hard you won’t be able to stop screaming my name.”
He presses his lips to my center where I want him and kisses me like he’s kissing my other lips. I moan out loud, feeling his tongue slide up inside of me, only to slide back out from my wet opening all the way up to my clit. I’ve never had that kind of French kiss before, but I want more. He swirls my wetness around my folds, and I whimper. A tremor runs through me when his tongue, covered with my wetness, moves back down to my entrance. He stops to play with my opening, teasing me, and I can’t help but move my hips to try and get closer to feeling him in me. He’s driving me crazy; I need to feel more of him, touching me, taking me inside his warm, wet mouth. I open my legs wider to give him full access to what he wants and what I need.
“Is it mine, Cat? Only mine? Tell me what I need to hear.”
“Yes, Nick, it’s yours!”
“My what? Say it now!”
He says it with such authority and force I know he won’t stop torturing me until I say exactly what he wants to hear.
“It’s your pussy, Nick! Your pussy, all yours, only yours,always, anytime you want it. You want it, I’m going to give it to you.” I’m begging, and I don’t care.
His tongue dives into me and his lips close over me, covering my clit. My eyes roll back into my head, and his name leaves my mouth. “Oh, Nick, yeees! Don’t stop… Please!”
He laughs darkly as his tongue slides in, out, and around me. I’m lost in the feelings he’s eliciting in me. My hips rock off the desk: up, down, around, following the motions of his tongue, bringing excruciatingly sweet pleasure. I can’t stop moaning as he sucks and licks me into a wave of feelings and sensations I’ve never felt before. I feel raw, like he’s taking away my wetness only to replace it with more. When he opens his mouth and releases me, I bite down on my lips so I don’t scream his name in protest for leaving me. I grab his head and pull him back to me. His hair is silky and soft between my fingers.
I feel it building inside of me, building faster and faster; the sensations are taking me away, higher and higher, until I can’t take it anymore. I can’t stop panting, and I’m tossing my head side to side. My hips are trying to keep rhythm with him but I can’t. I feel it coming when he pulls out of me. Pushing the chair back, he stands up, with my thighs firmly in place over his shoulders.
“Cat, open your eyes, look at me,” he says.
I open my eyes, and he sucks my clit inside of his mouth. I’m moaning uncontrollably and his deep moan joins mine in the room, sending deep shock waves of vibrations through my body. It’s exactly what I need, and I explode into a million pieces.
When I do, all I see are his eyes, eyes I’ve known and seen for almost my entire life, giving me the most unbelievable pleasure of my life.
I don’t ever want it to stop. I’m gushing wetness, and Ican’t help but call his name, just like he said I would; he reaches up and puts his hand over my lips, and I take his fingers into my mouth and suck them in hard and fast, like he’s doing to me.
When I’m finally finished my body feels like its drained. He stands up, smiles at me, and places his hand between my legs and gently rubs me with his thumb.
“Are you okay?”
The aftershocks and what he’s doing feels so good. I can’t look at him. It’s stupid after what we’ve done, but I feel a little embarrassed. The way I acted. The things I said. The things he said. “Yeah,” I answer. I can’t stop myself from letting out a little whimper of pleasure from what he’s doing. I try to still his hand and sit up, but he shakes his head at me.
“No. Don’t move. The last thing in the world I want you to be is embarrassed or ashamed of what we did. I love you, Cat, and I think you love me. I’ve always loved you. It’s changed over time and over the years, but I’ve always loved you. And what we did here was right; it was us. No apologizing, no regrets. Regrets are for weak men who don’t go after what they want, and I’m anything but weak. You’re everything I want. I don’t regret anything.”
More feelings flood me, and I’m feeling the wetness again, but this time it’s running down the side of my face. He doesn’t say anything else; he puts his hand on my face and kisses me, a kiss so soft and gentle I hardly feel it. I part my lips, tasting myself on him, and he fits his lips between mine with my bottom lip inside of his. He pulls my skirt down and moves his hands up my sides and wraps his arms around me, never breaking the kiss. I put my hands on either side of his face, and he takes me off his desk and sits in his chair across his lap.
“Cat, I messed up. This is how we should have alwaysbeen. You and me together. Give me a chance to make it right—to make it the way it was always supposed to be. Please. I want you in every single way possible. I don’t want to lose you. Please give me a chance. We’ll take it slow. Just me and you.”
He looks into my eyes, our foreheads come together, and the tears just keep on coming.
“How can we? Everything has changed, it’s different now.”
He puts his hand on my face and brushes my tears away with his thumb. His hand is so large and warm against my face. These are hands I know will always protect me, as they have always protected me, whether I wanted them to or not.
