A cry tore from her lips as her back arched and her head fell back weakly.
Pleasure suffused her expression, tightened her nipples further, and sent a rush of juices flowing over his fingers.
Soft, slick; he knew the taste of it, and ached for it.
He could spread her out, right there on his desk, and taste her as he craved.
But Sheila had other plans.
Surprise raced through him once again as one small hand speared into his hair, her fingers gripping the strands and pulling until his lips met hers.
And there, control became only a distant memory.
He had heard kisses described as many great and varied things over the years, but no description could come close to the sweet nectar and sensual spice that filled his senses as her lips parted beneath his.
As though starving for feminine touch, addicted and hopelessly lost to it, Casey felt his senses focus on it entirely. Her kiss, her tongue stroking back against his as he devoured her.
She devoured him in return.
The fingers of one hand tightened even more in his hair as the other stroked and caressed the violently sensitive head of his dick. He could feel himself beginning to break apart for her. His balls were tightening, the head of his cock thickening further, throbbing in an impending release when she suddenly stopped.
His head jerked back, his eyes opening, lips parting to demand an explanation when his gaze moved down again and he watched those lush, hungry lips descend to his stomach.
Like silk against roughened iron, her lips parted, and her tongue licked out to allow herself a taste. Running down the tightening muscles, Casey could only watch, suspended in disbelief at the incredibly erotic sight of Sheila going down on him.
Without urging, without that desperation on his part, or that first moment of shyness or uncertainty on hers, she was taking what she considered hers.
Her lips covered the broad, engorged head of his cock. Curious and destructive, her tongue licked over it, learning his dick as though it were the first time for her and she wanted nothing more than to experience each sensation, each stroke of pleasure.
She was taking every part of him and loving every damned minute of it.
The furiously pounding crest was tucked against the roof of her mouth, her tongue moving against that sensitive spot just beneath the head.
A moan of feminine pleasure vibrated against the hard crest as heat began to burn his already overloaded senses. Delicate fingers moved between his thighs as one hand tugged at his jeans. He helped her push the denim down his legs, so fucking eager for her touch he would have torn them off if he needed to.
Anything to feel her palming the tight, tortured sack of his balls as his thighs tightened with the need to come. He could feel his seed beginning to heat, to boil through his system. There was no way to hold it back. There was no way to hold on to his control.
His fingers tightened in her hair, his attempt to pull her back impossible to complete. He was holding her to him instead. Staring down, watching as he fucked her swollen lips and watching her eyes darken with anticipation.
Her cheeks hollowed. Her mouth worked him with burning sensuality.
Ah God. Not yet. If he came now there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d have the control to touch and taste her as well. To drive her as insane, make her as desperate for him as he was becoming for her.
And there was only one way to stop her. Only one way to ensure that his satisfaction wasn’t the only one attained.
A second before it was too late, just as his balls gave that final convulsive squeeze and sent his release spurting between her lips, Casey pulled back.
In a single move he had his dick out of her mouth, bent, gripped her arms, and pulled her to her feet before laying her back on the desk.
The soft material of the skirt fell back along her thighs as he pushed his hands beneath, gripped the elastic of her panties, and tore them from her slender body.
In the next heartbeat, he had his head buried between her legs, his lips circling her clit, his tongue tasting the soft spice and feminine pleasure that welled from her.
There was no time for seduction, no control left to tease. There was only the hunger for her and the need to taste her sweet release spilling to his lips.
He should have been used to it by now, he thought. The taste of her, the heat of her. The incredible pleasure that whipped through his body at the knowledge that she was losing herself in the intensity and in the sensations just as he was losing himself in the giving of them.
Pushing his tongue deep inside the tight depths of her pussy as her fingers moved to his hair, Casey licked and probed at the sweetness. Fucking her with his tongue, his body clenching, need raging inside him as she writhed beneath him.
Sheila fought to breathe through the wild, chaotic pleasure beginning to zip through her.
She couldn’t help clenching her thighs, her legs lifting, gripping his shoulders as a cry escaped her lips. She couldn’t fight against it. She didn’t want to fight against it. She just wanted to feel him against her, over every inch of her body.
Inside her—
A harsh, unbidden moan passed her lips as his tongue thrust inside the clenched, snug depths of her pussy again. The rasp of his tongue against the sensitive nerve endings sent her spiraling closer to release. Spasms of sensation shot to her womb, drawing it tight as
