That vow was shot straight to hell when his thumb fluttered over my clit, earning a strangled sob. He slid a finger inside, working his thumb on my clit, adding another as I panted and squirmed.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he scolded, pinning me harder against the wall, forcing me to follow his lead.
“Please!” I begged, desperate.
“I've been waiting too long to rush this.”
He pressed a hard peck against my lips, and we were on the move, his muscles rippling beneath as I hung from him limply.
Much to my surprise, we weren’t headed to the bedroom, moving to the large desk on the far side of the room. What the hell? If he grabbed something for work, I'd smack him.
He swept an arm across, launching papers in every direction. I was still trying to figure out what was happening when he set me down across the desktop.
The chill of the metal earned a yelp, but he stifled it with a kiss, his hands snaking in the waistband of my thong. With a tug, it was on the move, slipping down my thighs, slithering to my ankles until it was gone.
He flattened me across the surface before straightening, breaking our kiss. He looked down at me, naked except for heels, ready and willing to take everything he had to offer.
I leaned up, reaching for his belt, only to have them brushed aside yet again. He pushed me back down, my shoulders planted on the surface.
“Patience. You'll get it.” His eyes skimmed over my body, frustrating the hell out of me as he took his sweet old time. I was about to sit up again and get the ball rolling my damn self before he dropped to a crouch, spreading my legs wide.
Before I could make sense of what he was up to, his mouth came crashing down. Any bit of frustration was long gone, replaced with pure ecstasy. He was gentle at first, simply tasting with his tongue before he worked me over, lapping and swirling and flicking like mad.
A drawn-out moan escaped, and I swore I heard him laugh, his hot breath fanning across. I clawed at the desk, moving my hips to usher him towards the ultimate target.
His hands gripped them in response, pinning me in place, forcing me only to take what he was offering. Up. Down. Around. Around. He wasn't taking any shortcuts on the journey to the promise land, exploring every curve and swerve of the road ahead with each sweep of his tongue.
I whimpered in frustration, a deep pull in my abdomen building. Like a fraying rope, I'd eventually snap, but not before bursting seam by seam.
He answered my call by sucking my clit, working the little nub with his tongue. I cried out, sinking my hands into his hair as he continued his award-worthy performance.
He must have sensed the impending orgasm because he pulled his mouth away, his hot breath drifting over my entrance. I was throbbing, the inner ache growing. He stayed there silently, hands still planted on my hips, fingers biting into the flesh.
I don't know how long we sat there in silence, our heavy pants and the boom of celebratory fireworks from the carnival our only backdrop.
When my breathing calmed, and I was back from the edge, he came crashing back down. I moaned, balling my fists in his hair, legs trembling. He devoured me, taking me to new heights with each twirl of his tongue. I didn't know how much more I could take when he moved his attention back to my clit, but I soon found out.
He flicked his tongue over me, the pressure building into a mounting tidal wave that would flood my body. He knew it too, quickening his pace.
“Fuck!” I choked out, propping myself up to look down at him. “I'm going to come!”
He chuckled but continued his magic, the rhythm picking up pace and daring me to.
I was so close, but it felt too damn good to stop. I fought it off with everything I had, clenching my eyes shut and biting my lip, desperate to prolong the pleasure. My legs shook, hands soon following suit, my entire body on the brink of unraveling.
With one final sweep of his tongue, I was ruined, letting out a strangled cry as I burst, hips pumping as he released his hold on them, savoring the rush of my orgasm.
I barely had time to recover when I was lifted again, held against his chest as he strolled across the suite, nudging a door open before stepping inside.
He padded across the floor and deposited me on the bed, leaving me to sink in the mountain of navy fabric. When he turned to face me again, everything was different, all hints of mischief and friendliness gone.
“You're everything I dreamed of and more,” he said, piercing the air between us with his gravelly draw. There was the faint sound of his belt coming undone, but I didn't dare break his gaze, doing my best to play it cool. Like I wasn't freaking out inside. Like I wasn't about to get fucked senseless.
A pop of his pants' button followed along with the hiss of the zipper, a subtle plop as they hit the floor. Next to go were shoes and socks, his muscles rippling all the while. He made his way towards me like a lion stalking after its prey, his eyes holding mine.
My instinct was to scurry away, but I held firm, propping myself up on elbows, accepting him readily when he leaned forward to press a kiss between my breasts.
He lifted a knee to the bed, his weight sending my body careening towards him. In quick succession, he plucked my heels off, stripping away my last bits of modesty.
He loomed above, dressed in nothing but a black pair of boxer briefs, a colossal bulge jutting forth. I
