Chapter 53 #2
She shook her head, which didn’t surprise me.
Yet despite her nervous anticipation, she looked at me with an expression full of trust. My own desire would take a backseat for now, and I would give her the pleasure she craved.
But I wouldn’t have sex with her in my office, though.
Perhaps one day, but definitely not her first time.
Kate deserved more than a quickie on my desk. I could wait.
I smiled encouragingly at her, and she returned my smile as I reached for her trousers, which I had already tugged down far enough to slide off completely.
A shiver ran through her, goose bumps rising on her skin.
My hands trailed up her bare legs until they reached the tops of her thighs.
Gripping her hips, I pulled her to the very edge of the desk in one fluid motion.
Kate’s legs parted instinctively, making space for me.
I drew in a sharp breath. Even in the dim glow of the desk lamp, I could see her wetness through her underwear.
Ignoring the throbbing ache of my erection, I focussed entirely on Kate.
She watched my every movement. Although I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in her, I forced myself to stay in control.
I stroked her legs gently and leaned in, giving her a slow, lingering kiss, grounding her in something familiar.
I eased her nerves kiss by kiss, taking my time, until I felt her completely relax beneath me.
Only then did I guide her body backwards with mine until she lay flat on my desk.
All she had to do was let go and enjoy what came next.
“Do you trust me?” I murmured into her lips.
“Yes, but I’m a bit nervous,” she confessed, her voice suddenly shaky.
“Why?”
She swallowed hard. “I . . . I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she replied firmly.
I smiled and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Then I’ll carry on, but I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. I promise. Just say the word, and I’ll stop.”
“OK.”
It was exactly what I’d wanted to hear. I kissed her lips one last time before slowly kissing my way down her body, lower and lower, until my face was nestled between her legs. Without taking my eyes off hers, I pressed my lips gently against her underwear.
Her breathing faltered.
“Relax,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the damp cotton.
Kate’s hips jerked toward me. “Oh my god, Henry.”
I teased her through the fabric with my tongue. “Does that feel good?”
“It really does!” she gasped.
I smiled and hooked a finger under the elastic of her underwear to pull it aside.
Damn. She was perfect, so ready for me that it was physically painful not to be inside her—but I was determined to stick to my plan and not take her right here on my desk.
I buried my head between Kate’s thighs and kissed her, her underwear now completely out of the way. She gave another gasp, and like before, she gave in to the urge to close her eyes. I kept my gaze fixed on her as I dipped my tongue into her.
“How does this feel?”
“Good . . . Good . . . So good!” She gripped my hair with one hand, her self-control slipping.
The way she pulled at me was almost painful, but it was a pleasurable pain—one that told me I was doing everything right.
With every stroke of my tongue and movement of my lips, Kate’s moans grew louder.
I was glad it was so late that no one would pass by my office, because the sounds she was making could leave no doubt as to what was happening in here.
“Oh god, Henry!” Kate whispered hoarsely.
She gasped my name again and again, and I had to hold back from unzipping my trousers when suddenly her entire body tensed up and she came with a cry, bucking against my tongue.
I could taste her climax. It was incredibly intoxicating.
I would never again be able to enter my office without remembering Kate like this.
I didn’t take my mouth off her until the waves of her pleasure had subsided, then I readjusted her underwear.
She released my hair but didn’t move, lying there with her gaze fixed dreamily on the ceiling, breathing heavily. I gave her a moment before leaning over the desk to bring my face level with hers. Her skin glowed, and there was a delicate sheen of sweat on her forehead.
I kissed her. “Are you OK?”
“Mm-hm,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around my neck. I straightened up, pulling her with me until she was sitting upright on the desk again. With her cheeks still flushed pink from her orgasm, she looked stunning. “I should distract you from work more often, if this is what happens.”
“Or you could just ask me if I want to fuck you with my tongue.”
“Oh my god!” Kate buried her face in my chest. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not? I mean it. You taste so good. I really liked doing that.”
“Henry!” Kate cried, blushing. “You’re making me feel flustered.”
“And you . . . you make me feel happy.”
My words made Kate look up. Her eyes met mine, and a shy smile crept over her face, deepening the two enchanting dimples in her cheeks.
On the balcony at the masked ball, I had told her that she’d never looked more beautiful, but right now, she was surpassing her beauty on that night.
Without makeup, her eyes shimmering and her cheeks flushed, she was the most stunning version of herself. She took my breath away.
“You make me happy too,” she said softly.
I smiled. “I do?”
She nodded and gave me a brief kiss before drawing away, looking up at me from beneath her eyelashes.
She bit her lower lip shyly, as if unsure whether she should say what was on her mind.
“How do you feel about finishing up work for the day? Perhaps we could do something about that together.” As she spoke, her eyes drifted to the bulge straining against the fabric of my trousers.
Fuck! “Are you sure?”
She nodded, nervous but resolute. “I want you, Henry.”
I reached out to her and ran my thumb over her lower lip. She stopped biting it and looked at me, her eyes wide with expectation. I kissed her tenderly. “You already have me.”
“Yes, but . . . I want more of you.”
I took her hand, smiling. “Then let’s go.”