Page 63 of Color of Love

She fixed him with a sharp look, but he could see amusement and arousal in those honey depths. Her hands gripped the material of her dress and slowly pulled it up, exposing more and more of those perfect thighs. She kept going, driving him wild with her slow, little striptease until she stopped before he could set his eyes on the prize. The room was quiet except for the sounds of their breathing.

She lifted one leg and settled her heel on his shoulder, the hard tip of her stiletto digging deep and he enjoyed the sting. Now he could see her panties, white lace. God, she was killing him. Using her heel, she drew him towards her, until his face was inches from her center. He could smell her scent and it ratcheted up his desire.

“Is this enough incentive?” She tried to keep her tone firm, but he could hear the underlying doubt in her words, doubt he didn’t want her to be feeling. He buried his face, inhaling deeply before pulling her panties to the side and kissing her. She sucked in a breath when his tongue slid between her folds, she arched her back, pressing more firmly into his mouth.

The heel of those damn sexy shoes dug into his shoulder deeper, and he grunted in pleasure, he loved her reaction to him. She lay back on her desk and he grabbed her other leg, draping it over his shoulder, the other heel pressing into his back. He licked at her, then brought his hands into the mix, gripping her hip hard with one and pushing two fingers into her with the other.

She fisted her hands in his hair, arching her hips into his mouth and began moaning softly. She came hard, jerking against his mouth, her sex gripping his fingers tightly as she rode the waves. He pressed kisses to her inner thighs as her body quaked with aftershocks.

Never had he loved being with someone so intimately like he did with her, and he was determined to maximize her pleasure each time. She sat up, her cheeks flushed, her lips plump from being nibbled on.

“Your turn,” she said, licking her lips and she stood, pushing her dress back down. Before he could say anything, she switched their positions, tugging him to his feet and pushing him against her desk. He was about to tell her she didn’t need to do anything when his brain told him to shut the hell up. She had wanted to use her mouth on him the last time they were together, and he hadn’t let her. He’d been plagued by fantasies of her plump lips wrapped around him ever since.

She rubbed her hand over his hard length, and he groaned, all thoughts evaporating from his brain. She continued rubbing up and down, pressing her body up against his, keeping them fully connected. She nipped at his neck and when her tongue stroked over his sensitive skin, the hair on the back of his neck lifted.

He didn’t protest when she dropped to her knees and started undoing his jeans, he wanted this too much. Her hand reached inside and gripped him, squeezing tightly and his breath hissed through his teeth in pleasure. She pulled him out and stared at his cock with a mixture of arousal and curiosity on her face.

She cupped him, watching in fascination as she squeezed, stroked, and gently pulled at him. The actions had him fisting his hands at his sides to stop himself from doing something, anything but feeling the sensations coursing through him. She wrapped her plump lips around him and sucked. Her warm, wet tongue sliding around him, and he choked on the air leaving his lungs.

She swallowed and moaned, the sound vibrating along his cock, and she took him to the back of her throat. She reached up to cup his sac, gently squeezing and he pulsed in her mouth, ready to come. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet, spinning her around and pushing her forward, bending her over the desk.

“Need to be inside you,” he grunted. Lifting her dress, he tugged her panties down. “Shit, I don’t have anything.” Fuck, why didn’t I bring anything?

“I’m on the pill and I’m healthy,” she gasped out.

“Are you sure? I don’t have anything, I’m all clear,” he said. She nodded in agreement and he took a deep breath, then entered her from behind. She cried out in pleasure, clawing at the desk, her hips pushing back into him. He gripped her round ass and pounded into her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he gritted out.

“So do you,” she moaned back, looking at him over her shoulder.

He slowed his movements, pulling out of her then easing back in, the push-pull sensation driving them both wild. Her eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure and her head dropped forward. He slid a finger over her bundle of nerves, and she gasped, clenching around him. That sound did things to him. He sped up again, thrusting into her, stroking her until she was crying out again and clamping down on him. He followed her over the edge with his own cry, filling her up and then collapsed onto her back.

“That was…” she trailed off.

“I know,” he rasped, trying to catch his breath. He placed delicate kisses to the back of her damp neck and slid out of her. He grabbed a tissue from her desk, cleaning up before tossing the tissue in the waste basket. She pulled her panties up and her dress down and he took her into his arms and kissed her. She gave in, immediately opening to allow him to explore her mouth before she broke away.

“Oh my God, Hilda’s out there!” she gasped.

“Oh my God, she is!” he gasped back, matching her horrified tone, teasing her. She giggled and swatted at him playfully. “She’ll probably tell everyone in town what you really do with your clients, and you’ll develop a reputation for being a hussy,” he teased again, and she laughed.

“I’ve never been considered a hussy before.” She appeared far too eager at the prospect, and he laughed.

“I’d better get going,” he said, and disappointment lined her beautiful face. “But I’ll see you tonight? Penny misses you,” he added, trying to save face in case she shot him down. I miss you. She just smiled again, a big beaming smile that seemed to brighten the whole room and nodded. He kissed her once, twice before reluctantly pulling away. He went to the door and winked at her before swinging it wide open.

“Thank you for the last-minute session, Dr. Rodríguez-Hamilton, you’re a lifesaver,” he called loudly, and watched as Justine smothered a grin. “Great to see you again, Hilda.” The woman gave him a knowing smirk over her coffee mug.

He waved goodbye, whistling happily as he left the office.

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