Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Katya
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
I open my mouth to ask what I would be asking to stop since he hasn’t done anything other than change our position when he cups my sex from behind, his fingers gripping me through my silky pajamas. I gasp, feeling my clit pulse and my pussy clench around air, seeking something to latch on to.
“You’re drenched, baby,” he drawls, his words coming out thick and almost growled. “Is this what happens when I fuck your tight little throat, hmm? You get all wet and needy for me?”
“Maybe,” I whimper, squirming and looking back at him to watch what he’ll do next. “We’ll have to try it again to find out if it happens more than once.”
“Minx,” he grunts, moving his hand from my pussy to grab my hips.
He quickly allows his grip to migrate south, grabbing my ass so tightly that his fingers dig into the tender flesh.
“You did so good for me. It would be cruel of me to leave you wanting like this, wouldn’t it?
Would you go to your bedroom and take care of yourself under the covers if I did? ”
“No,” I whimper, trying so hard not to bruise my lip by biting it.
“No?”
“I never touch myself under the covers. I like to watch what I’m doing.”
A groan of approval rumbles in his throat. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”
I want to tell him that I could show him right now if he asked, but he has other ideas. His fingers dip into the waistband of my pants and pull, shedding them off me in one brisk tug. The cool air of his office meets the hot, damp skin of my sex and goose bumps pebble up and down my arms.
“No panties?” Leon asks with an air of approval.
“You’re not supposed to sleep in tight bottoms,” I rasp, feeling giddy and nervous all at once. I have no idea what he plans to do with me, but I’m ready all the same. “It’s bad for moisture buildup and it’s good to let your skin breathe.”
“Smart,” he replies with a small smirk. He’s amused by my little fact that I couldn’t help but babble at a completely inappropriate time. “You’re going to want to face forward and hold on to the desk now, baby.”
My core clenches hard, fingers reaching out to hold the edge of his sturdy oak desk. It’s his first suggestion that I have a harder time listening to. “I can’t watch you?”
The question comes out more pouty than I intend, but Leon doesn’t seem to mind.
“You’ll hurt your neck,” he replies with a hum. “You won’t need to see what I’m doing to know how good it feels. Your eyes are going to slam shut in a matter of seconds anyway, tesoro.”
Doing the opposite of what he predicts, my eyes widen as he sinks to his knees behind me, his big, rough hands grabbing the back of my thighs. Until he proves his theory correct only a moment later by burying his face in my pussy.
“Oh my God,” I moan loudly, slapping a hand over my mouth as my head whips forward. My eyes seal shut, squeezing hard as my body quickly becomes overwhelmed. I’ve given myself pleasure plenty of times, but the feeling of a hot mouth on my cunt is not something I could have prepared myself for.
Leon’s hands wrap around the front of my thighs and he uses his grip to pull me closer to him and hold me in place as his tongue begins to work. Shuddering, I lay my head down on his desk, keeping a hand held tight around my mouth to muffle whimpers and moans.
Leon groans loudly, uncaring of his volume as he drags his tongue from my clit to my opening, twirling around my soaking wet hole when he gets there.
I don’t have time or the brain power to wonder if I taste okay for him, or if I should have shaved.
He doesn’t seem to care about anything other than devouring me, thankfully.
I flinch when he sucks my clit between his lips, somehow able to nibble on it softly from his angle.
It’s so much at once and so intense that I almost yelp.
My hips try to wiggle away from the overwhelming contact, but Leon refuses to let me escape, pulling me back harder than I can fight.
Releasing my clit from his onslaught of sucking, he switches to licking me with a pointed tongue, playing with the pressure as he circles my pulsing bundle of nerves.
My nipples harden against his cold desk, adding a new tingling sensation to further my pleasure. Even with my eyes clamped shut, I can picture how my husband looks on his knees, eating my pussy from the back like some kind of sex-crazed caveman.
“Leon,” I whimper against my palm. “Oh my—fuck, Leon.”
He groans, pushing his tongue inside me. It’s a shallow thrust, but I try to squeeze around him anyway, chasing the feeling of being connected to him.
“You taste so fucking sweet, baby,” Leon declares darkly, pulling his tongue out to speak before shoving it right back in. “This pretty little pussy is so pink and juicy for me, Katya. And you…you’re so responsive, aren’t you? You like getting licked, baby?”
“God,” I hiss, nearly biting my hand to keep quiet. “You’re going to make me get too loud, Leon. It’s so good.” So good that I know it’s going to be over quickly if I don’t hold myself together. I could come at any moment, but I don’t want it to end.
“Mmmm, next time I’ll take you to my bedroom.
The walls are soundproofed and that way I can make you scream.
” Like he wants to tempt fate and make me scream right here, he latches his mouth around my clit again and lets his nose glide through my lips at the same time.
It feels like he’s touching me all over, caressing every single nerve ending.
“Uhhh,” I whine, breathing hard to keep myself from crying out.
“Can you take more, baby?”
I shudder at the thought. At the challenge.
“Yes,” I lie without considering how much more intense things could get.
“Yeah?” he asks, moving a hand. Two thick fingers glide through my pussy lips without warning, making me squirm. The digits tease my center, circling the slick opening without breaching it. “You sure, tesoro?”
“Fuck me,” I beg, pushing back against him with a boldness I wasn’t aware I could possess. “Show me what you can do to me, Leon. I’m yours.”
He sheathes the two fingers in me without a second more of hesitation, filling me up with a delicious stretch. “That’s right, baby. You’re mine.”
Pumping his fingers in and out of me, he lifts his wrist enough to slip his head beneath his hand and licks me some more, teasing my sensitive flesh with long, leisurely strokes of his tongue.
My toes try to curl, stopped by the hard floor underneath me, causing my legs to tense instead, my hand shaking as my mouth falls open in a long, desperate moan.
Leon is spurred on by my reaction, repeating the duel motions to drive me further to the brink.
His fingers stroke the inside of me while his tongue devours the rest, coaxing a broken cry to spill from my lips.
Muffling the sound doesn’t work very well, but I’m too drunk on pleasure to care.
In a matter of seconds I know that I’m on the edge, so close to tumbling off of it that my mind goes hazy.
Leon’s hand tightens on my thigh and his pace picks up as he fucks me with his fingers like he can sense that I’m going to orgasm at every movement.
My thighs start to tremble around his face, my pussy throbbing and aching with a budding desire for release.
My face burns against the desk and fire sings in my blood.
Finding my peak is almost never this easy unless I’ve been worked up quite a bit before touching myself. But with Leon, I’m so overwhelmed with layers of pleasure that I think he could make me climax just by breathing on me the right way.
As if he knows it’s becoming too much, and that my mind is outweighing my body, his tongue slows its assault, guiding me through the pleasure as my shaking begins to calm.
Hearing me moaning and breathing out in relief and desire, he takes it up a notch once more, teasing my clit with gliding licks.
The pressure becomes heavenly, not too harsh or too light, helping me build it up to the level I need to reach to come crashing down.
My legs have gone from shaking to tense, stiffening as the muscles in my back and stomach clench hard.
My nails dig into the wood of the desk’s edge, and I try not to cry out as Leon strokes a sensitive spot inside me.
“There you go, baby,” he mumbles into my cunt. “Just let go, Katya. You’re so close, I can feel it. Your pussy is trying to pull my fingers back in every time I pull them out. You’re ready. Show me how much you like my tongue, tesoro.”
“Ohohoh,” I whimper as quietly as I can.
“If you don’t let go soon, I’ll have to stick my tongue higher and see how you handle that, baby.” Oh my fucking God. “You’d take that like a good little wife too, wouldn’t you? Would my tongue in your ass make you come for me, Katya?”
Whether it’s the sound of him calling me his wife, or the depraved threat of putting his tongue somewhere so naughty, his words do the trick. Crying out, I press my lips into the desk instead of my hand, my back arching and my butt pushing back into Leon’s face.
“Yesss,” I hiss, seeing stars burst behind my eyes as the heat of an orgasm crashes through me. My breath comes out in broken pants as the height of pleasure takes over, sending me reeling.
Leon fucks me through it, pumping his fingers inside me as my pussy pulses around them, flooding his mouth with cum. He lavishes my pussy with gentle licks and kisses, rubbing me through the spikes of arousal and making sure to milk every last second of it from me.
Slumping against his desk, my knees cave in, unneeded to keep me steady with the thick wood beneath me.
Leon moves so that I don’t have to, coming around to check on me.
His pants have been rebuttoned, but a new bulge fills them out and I relish in the fact that eating me out turned him on.
I watch drunkenly as he licks the shiny proof of my arousal from his mouth, his eyes darkening as he looms down over me.
“How do you feel, Katya?”
“Perfect,” I reply dreamily. Smiling, I sit up on my elbows to get a better look at him. His pants may be back in place, but his shirt is still off and that makes for a lovely view. “You’re hard again.”
“I didn’t really stop being hard,” he replies, smirking. “I barely softened after you drank me dry. You were too nice of a view to ignore.”
“Why thank you,” I flirt back, blushing. “That was…I’ve never gone that far before. I always thought mouth stuff would be a little too messy for my taste, but I liked it very much.”
Chuckling, Leon catches my chin and runs his thumb over my lips. “I love when you say things like that, you know? You’re so open and honest, it’s refreshing.”
“How am I supposed to let you know that I’d like to do that again if I don’t tell you how much I enjoyed it?” I counter, lifting my brows.
“Again, huh?” he tilts his head. “Now?”
Well…he is still hard.
Knocking rattles his office door and he hangs his head, sighing.
“At least they waited until we were finished this time.”
I cover my mouth, giggling as I reach down to pull my pants back on.
“Duty calls, Daddy.”
His heated gaze burns into me. “Don’t start that, baby.”
I shrug innocently. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Before he can stop me, I head for the door and find two little faces waiting, blinking up at me sleepily. They request water with the smallest, sweetest voices that I easily snap back into parenting mode. As much as I’d like to take their hands, I refuse to touch them before washing up.
“Go back to bed, little loves. I’ll get you both some water and bring it right to you, okay?
Daddy just got home and is on a phone call, okay?
He’ll come in and kiss you goodnight when he’s done since you’re awake.
” I angle the door closed behind me so they can’t see their father shirtless and disheveled.
“Okay,” they both agree, yawning as they walk away.
Looking back into the office, I find Leon buttoning his shirt and meet his eye. Wash your hands and your face, I mouth. He gives me a thumbs up and a knowing look, clearly having the same idea.
Without another glance, I head for the stairs to wash up and grab water in the kitchen. The whole way there, I’m wondering if Leon and I will meet again in private before the night ends and the thought thrills me.
We could take a visit to his room after all.