She must see the look on my face, because she stops mid-sentence and raises an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, was that the wrong adjective? Did I insult your fragile male ego?”
I stutter indignantly, “Well… yeah.”
“What word would you prefer?”
“Stupendous? Transcendent? Unparalleled?” I punctuate each word with a predatory step in her direction. She matches my forward momentum with nervous steps backward, until her ass bumps up against my dresser. I smirk down at her. “You’re a graduate of the most prestigious business program in the country, Kate. My honor demands that you come up with something, anything, better than ‘nice.’”
She stares at my chest a minute. Then she looks up into my eyes. “I should go.”
She tries to walk past me, but I grab her arm and pull her back. “I don’t want you to go.”
No— don’t ask me why. I won’t answer. Not now. I’m only focused on here— and her. The rest doesn’t matter. She looks at my hand on her arm and then at me. “Drew…”
“Don’t leave.” I pick her up, sit her on the dresser, and step between her legs. “Stay.” I kiss her neck and nibble her ear. She shivers. I whisper, “Stay with me, Kate.” I look into her eyes. “Please.” She bites her lip.
Then smiles slowly. “Okay.”
I smile in return. And then my mouth is on hers. The kiss is long and slow and deep. I push her skirt up, skimming the skin of her thighs with my fingertips. She’s still not wearing any underwear.
You’ve got to love the easy access.
I kneel down in front of her. “Drew…?” It’s a half question, half moan.
“Shhh. If I’m going to top ‘nice’ I need to concentrate.”
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I drag her hips to the edge of the dresser and slide her skirt up high. With a gentle push, her knees spread wider, allowing my shoulders to fit between them. Without preamble, I lean forward and envelop her pussy with a wet, open mouthed kiss. I taste her with my tongue, delving inside where she’s soft and insanely warm.
Kate’s reaction is intense and immediate. Her head lolls back, her hips rise and a low loud moan tumbles from her throat. I press my lips more firmly around her, suckling, and languidly continue my tongue’s sensuous trail. I feel her hand in my hair, first caressing, then gripping, then guiding – wordlessly demanding I move to where she’s most desperate for my touch.
At another time, I’d tease her – draw it out – make her wait. Maybe beg.
Begging would be particularly sweet.
But not now.
Because in this moment, my sole focus is making Kate lose her mind – not from wanting – but from vivid, undiluted ecstasy. Carnal satisfaction like she’s never known and that she’ll never, ever forget.
I circle her clit with my tongue before dancing over it, rubbing, with rhythmic firm pressure. Her moans get louder, faster. Kate’s grip tightens in my hair, pulling hard, making my scalp ache in the most gratifying fucking way.
Without stopping my mouth’s ministrations, I slide a finger inside her and she tightens gloriously around it. I hook it skillfully against her snug inner muscles – stroking and massaging – searching for that pleasure point most dumb bastards couldn’t find if their life depended on it.
But I’m so finely attuned to Kate’s responses – her rapid breaths, her sighs and groans – I know the exact moment I find it. With parted lips, she gasps harshly. Her voice is high with arousal and a hint of nervousness at the unfamiliar sensations. “Drew…wait…I…”
I lift my mouth from her flesh for just a second. “It’s alright, baby. Just let it happen, I’ve got you.”
I eagerly get back to work and am rewarded by the feel of her growing hotter and superbly fucking wetter, as I continue to stimulate that swathe of nerves inside her. And because she believes that I’ll take care of her – Kate settles back, allowing herself to succumb to the feelings rushing through her.
Moments later, Kate’s blissful scream reverberates around the room. She stiffens and her legs squeeze my head – practically cutting off my airway. But I couldn’t care less. Because she’s just fucking exquisite as she comes. Recklessly, wildly magnificent.
As her pleasure wanes, I slow the movements of my mouth and hand to a tender petting. Then I straighten up and rest her exhausted upper body against my chest. Her cheek lies against my bicep and she breathes in fast, sexy little whimpers. While she recovers, I unbutton her offending blouse and peel it off her arms.
In a winded voice she says softly, “That…was so much more than nice.”
Good to know. But I’m not nearly finished.
Once she’s totally, beautifully naked, I wrap my arms around her – almost lifting her from the dresser – pressing our bodies together. I bring her spent legs around my waist, holding them securely.
Then, devilishly, I whisper in her ear. “It’s about to get even better.”
And I spend the rest of the night erasing ‘nice’ from Kate’s vocabulary.
By day, Emma Chase is a devoted wife and mother who resides in a small town in New Jersey. By night she is a keyboard crusader, toiling away the hours to bring her colorful characters and their endless antics to life. She has a long standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.