“What do you want, Dove?” And right now, that endearment has never been so accurate. All in white, her wings spread out, leaving her center open and vulnerable just like the snow-white bird.
One of her eyebrows rises up on her forehead as she firms her jaw. A sense of pride fills my chest as I watch her find the courage to ask for what she wants. I get the feeling she’s not often asked for something she needs. The people pleaser in her is probably used to it being the other way around. A giver, not a taker.
“I want you to touch me, Nick.” Her words are small and insecure. I plan to break her of that.
“Touch you? Is that all?”
She shakes her head almost imperceptibly. “No.”
I drop my arms and get closer, though not close enough to touch. It kills me not to push her back on my desk, cover her body with mine, and pound into her wet heat. Because I know it’s wet. The room fills with the scent of our combined arousal, making my dick harder by the second.
“You want me to touch you, and what else?” I step in between her legs and run my nose close enough to her skin that she should be able to feel my heat along her neck without the physical contact.
“Kiss me.” She leans her neck to the side, and I move forward, laying a series of small kisses against her slender neck. The sigh she gives makes me want to dirty her up even more, but there’s time for that.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” I press both hands to her knees. “Here?”
She nods, and I smile against her skin.
I ease my hands up to the middle of her thighs. “Here, Dove?”
“Yeah…” She breathes out the word and rolls her head back.
The temptation of her smooth, succulent skin is too much, and I give in just a little, kissing and licking along her neck and the upper parts of her breasts.
“So good.” She hums, her eyes still closed.
“Where else do you need me?”
Her hands fall over mine on her thighs. She pushes my hands up toward her center. When I get to her pussy, I run both thumbs along the damp fabric I find waiting for me. I groan and press my thumbs into the lace. She tips her pelvis back against the desk, gifting me access to the heaven between her thighs.
“Do you want me to touch you here? Fuck you here?” I growl against her neck and bite down.
“Oh my, yes.” She rolls her hips in offering.
I ease my fingers into the top of her tiny lacy panties and shred the skimpy sides until the fabric falls away from her. She gasps, and that sound is all I need to lose control.
Enough of this game. “Once I take it, Dove, it’s mine. You want to be mine?” I grit my teeth, offering her one last out. There is no going back for me. We’ve been playing with something serious for the past three weeks, easing into it, but I’m not fucking around. I know this woman is what I want, but I want to know that every inch of her is mine to take, to fuck, to one day possibly even love.
“Please, Nick.”
“Tell me you want this. To be mine?” I pet the lips of her sex, exhilarated by the wetness I find there. All for me.
Her eyes open, and they are dark, endless pools of lust. “I want you more than anything.”
“Fuck yeah,” I growl before taking her mouth in a punishing kiss.
She gives as good as she gets, her tongue warring with mine. She tastes of vanilla and mint, unique to her. I love every swipe of her flavor, but I need to really taste what’s mine.
“Lean back. Offer your pussy to me, Dove.”
Her body trembles as she nods. She places her elbows behind her and leans all the way back onto my desk. Her blond hair falls over the other side of my desk, along with papers, pens, pencils, and folders. I don’t give a flying fuck.
“Christ, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Put your legs on the desk and open wide.”
Her flat shoes fall to the floor with a loud thunk as her bare feet come up to the desk, momentarily hiding her nakedness. I’ll have none of that.
“Open for me.” I hold my hands in fists as she eases both legs open on the desk, baring it all.
I run both of my hands from her spread knees to the inside of her sex, where I pet the puffy pink lips that greet me. “You’re so soft, pink, and mine.” I open both lips with my thumbs, revealing all, before I hit my knees in front of the desk and lay my mouth over her wetness.
Her hands fly into my hair when I drive my tongue deep inside.
“Nick!” she cries out, but like everything I’ve come to know about Honor, even her sexy sounds are whisper soft. She moans, and her body tightens when I suck on her little clit and do a round of figure eights over the fat bundle of nerves. I want more of those sounds. She squirms and rocks her hips into my face, losing herself and getting into it. Just when I think she might be used to my ministrations, I lap at each lip and insert two fingers knuckle deep.
She’s tight as fuck and just as sweet. Her taste is thick and honeyed, like a bee’s nectar sipped right from the hive.
“Oh!” she calls and moans when I hook those two digits I planted, finding the spot that will make her cream all over my fingers. I rub and tickle that patch mercilessly. Her body rocks and rolls as she loses it to me.
“Nick, Nick, Nick,” she says as she locks her thighs around my head and arcs
