Page 28 of Honey, Honey
“These are not coming off,” he told me, sliding a finger into the crotch of my underwear and giving it a tug. “Do you understand?”
A thrill went through me at the gruff tone in Law’s voice. This man knew what he was doing to me. “Yes, sir,” I whispered, my eyes closing. But they shot open when Law gave my pussy a light slap. “Oh!” I cried out, my back arching off the table, but a hand on my stomach from Law forced me back down.
“Hands above your head. Keep them on the table.” I did as I was told, but stayed silent, the breath stolen right of my lungs from the slap he’d given me. He bent his head close to me, I could tell he was close from the warm breath against my skin and underwear.
“You’re wet already, Honey,” he said, grinding the palm of his hand against my core. “Soaked through these little cotton panties of yours already, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” My voice was shaky and breathy, and a light sheen of sweat had broken out on my forehead from the effort it was taking not to throw a leg over his shoulder and pull him to me. He was teasing me, warm breath, a trail of his fingers or press of his lips against my sensitive flesh before he was gone again. “Sir, please, I-I need it.”
“What do you need?”
“Your mouth on me.”
“And what do you want me to do with my mouth for you, baby girl?”
“Eat my pussy.”
He practically purred at my answer. “That’s my girl.” His voice was hoarse, the only indication that our little play time was taking it out on him as much as it was me. When he slid my panties to the side and licked a slow stripe up my lips I almost sobbed from relief. “That’s what you need isn’t it?” he asked, splaying a hand over me, fingers over my mons pubis, holding my underwear to the side with his big hand. My underwear was going to be destroyed, stretched out beyond repair after this, but it was worth it.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, head turning to the side. I opened my eyes to look out the window at the storm that was still raging, the one that was suddenly matching how I was feeling. I concentrated on following the paths the raindrops took on their journey down the glass of my window. It helped hold off the orgasm I knew was poised to sweep me under. An orgasm from Law was going to be divine, but I did not want to prematurely arrive there. Every second I spent under this man’s attention was too perfect and I wanted to stretch it out as long as I could. If I had the willpower I’d stay spun up in my current state all night. This man could keep me here until the sun came up and I would still beg for more. He turned his head, the scrape of his stubble against my skin making me gasp. A second later his tongue soothed the area, making me sigh with pleasure.
Light struck again, the rumble of the storm shaking the window panes in my apartment but it didn’t phase me. All of my attention was centered on the man between my shaking thighs. My lust and pleasure kicked up with the same fervor as the thunderstorm. Law’s tongue touched my swollen lips once more before it dipped inside in an almost lazy thrust.
Jesus Christ that was amazing. He did it again and I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay focused on the damn rain. I’d almost come just from that one thrust. I pushed my hands into the table, a move that I knew would showcase my breasts in a fantastic way, if he was watching me. Law struck me as a man that liked to watch while he got a woman off.
“Mmm, you’re sweet, but I should have known that.” His voice was rumbling against my pussy, and I felt myself get wetter. “Shouldn’t I?” He asked, and I whispered in response. Law pressed his lips back to my opening and thrust his tongue into me, this time with more force, the sound of my arousal and his tongue filled my ears even with the deafening rain pounding overhead. Law's finger circled my clit, pulling back my hood, and then he was blessedly putting his mouth exactly where I wanted him to. He drew methodical circles around my clit, each time getting closer with increasing pressure until I was practically sobbing from frustration.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, I need you.” His lips tightened on my clit and his tongue pressed flat against my over sensitized nerves. “Law!”
My thighs shook when he slid his fingers, two from the stretch of it, inside of me. “Oh god,” I gasped when he began to pump his thick fingers in and out of me. The added feeling of fullness from his fingers made me dizzy and it wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm starting to get away from me. I’d held it off as long as I could, there was no getting away from this. He crooked his fingers and hit the spot that always made my knees weak.
My eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, Law…”
Again he thrust, and again his fingers massaged my g-spot. It only took another minute before I was coming on his fingers with a sob.
“Law, Law,Law…” The last utterance was pulled from me with all the reverence of a prayer because this man did not quit. He continued to work me until my orgasm was done, my body relaxing and when I went limp against the table, he stopped.
“Good girl.” His hand was warm on my stomach. He touched me lightly as if I were made of glass and then he was leaning over me and undoing his tie from around my wrists with the same light touch. The tie came free in a whisper of silk and I opened my eyes to look at Law.
I grinned up at him. “That was good. Really good.”
He put a hand down beside my head, holding himself over me. His other hand moved and my smile broadened when he touched my bottom lip. He swiped his thumb along my mouth, pressing lightly at the center of my lip.
“You deserve better than this,” he said. His voice was hoarse, but there was a sternness to it that told me a truth I didn’t want. He was saying goodbye. It had been good, really good, just like I’d said. But it wasn’t stopping Law from leaving.
I could also tell by the way he was touching me that there wouldn’t be a next time. The afterglow of my orgasm was fading as fast as it had come into being, and I pushed myself up onto my elbows. Law moved back, his hand falling away from my lips when I opened my mouth to speak, and I hated that the ghost of his touch lingered. My tongue darted out to the spot he’d touched me and Law’s eyes narrowed before he turned away and began to do up his tie.
“You’re leaving,” I said quietly. It wasn't a question. Just an observation. I heard the distinct sound of a phone buzzing and I knew it was his driver calling.
He glanced back at me over his shoulder and gave me one nod. “Yes.” He set off towards the door and I hated how I was now shivering without him. My body wasn’t done with him.I wasn't done with him. I needed him, needed more of this, and I could feel the ache of losing Law replacing the pleasure he’d given me.
I wrapped my arms around myself and nodded back at him. “Thanks for bringing me home.” Law was already at the door and he stopped there. His tie was back on, suit set to rights, and his hands were back down by his sides as if none of this had ever happened. As if he hadn’t just had me screaming his name with his damn tie wrapped around my wrists while he ate me out like I was his last meal.
I shivered again watching him. He turned and I saw that I was right, he was completely and utterly back to his normal sophisticated, if a little brooding, appearance. A cool breeze ghosted over the tops of my thighs and I squirmed, acutely aware that my panties were hanging off one of my ankles and my sweats were in a pile on the floor. I didn’t even want to think about how I looked naked from the waist down and sitting in my own cum on my kitchen table.
Law’s eyes moved over me, I could see it even at this distance and with the poor lighting. Another lightning flash punctuated by the incessant buzzing of his phone. His driver must be getting impatient.
“You were lovely, Honey,” he told me, voice husky and low, but with the same commanding note of finality to it that I was quickly coming to hate. I opened my mouth to reply but Law was already turning and opening my front door. Just like that, the man I had been obsessed with, the man that I wished I belonged to, the one I had stolen a moment’s passion with tonight was gone.
