“Lex.” She moaned my name, and I’d never heard it sound better coming off anyone else’s lips before. Not until her. “I don’t know—” She was unsure, nervous even. Something about being the one to lead her through it put me on a power trip.
“Pleasure is pleasure.” I reminded her, “It doesn’t matter if it’s new or different, it’s still good.”
“God, it’s so good.” She moaned, arching her back as I got to her chest and twirled my tongue around one of her hard nipples. I’d always been a big fan of breasts, nipples especially, and she had a pair to worship. I could just lay with her all night and make her come from the worshiping I’d do to her perfect tits without even needing anything in return.
But tonight, I wanted more.
“Your touch is so different.” She moaned, arching her hips as I kissed that space between her belly button and panty line. “Soft.”
“Sensual.” I added.
“Erotic.” She panted. “It’s so fucking good.”
I smirked against her skin, damp with perspiration from the pleasurable torture I’d been putting her through. “What a dirty word on such pretty lips.” I teased, closing the distance and blowing directly on her exposed pussy. She was soaked, I’d been edging her for days and she was finally in my bed and ready for me, making it worth it. “Say it again.”
“Fuck.” She screeched as I flattened my tongue and pressed it flat to her clit before sliding it down to her pussy. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She moaned on repeat as I slid my tongue inside. God, she tasted so good. I wanted to taste her orgasm on my tongue. I needed it.
“So pretty.” I twirled my tongue around her clit and slowly pushed one finger inside of her slick entrance. She was needy and rocked against my hand, taking me deeper and then rocking her hips. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.” She pleaded. “I want you to make me come, and then I want to do it to you.”
“You want to make me orgasm?” I teased her with the dirty talk, knowing she was all about words. “Tell me what you want to do to me.” I added another finger and sucked her clit as she opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, desperately trying to form a sentence. You didn’t have to be a male to lose the blood flow to your brain when your sex organs were aroused. It was universal across mankind, and she was no exception. “Are you going to taste me?” I rocked my mouth against her clit and bent my fingers forward until she gasped and widened her legs even more.
“Yes.” She nodded rapidly. “I don’t know what to do, but I want to try. Fuck, I want to do it so bad.”
“I’ll teach you, baby.” I flicked her clit again and then toyed with her nipple with my free hand. She curled forward, grabbing my wrist and holding onto me as I pleased her. “But I want you to come on my face first. Then I’ll show you everything you’ve been missing.”
“Please.” She begged. “Please Lex, I’m going to explode if you keep talking like that.”
“Do it.” I challenged, “Come for me, Pretty Girl, and I’ll let you play with me.”
“God.” She gasped, curling forward even tighter, and I could tell she was close. I rocked my hand faster and faster as she started coming undone above me, crying out and pleading to come.
And then she did.
“That’s it. Such a good girl coming for me.” I prolonged it, sucking her clit and slowly thrusting my fingers into her as she relaxed into my bed, sated.
But I wasn’t done with her yet. I needed to make her do that again and again. “Oh my god,” She moaned, looking up at me through her thick lashes and smiling a sweet and sultry grin. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“I can’t believe it took me this long to taste you.” I slid up her body and softly slid my tits over hers, stimulating us both as our nipples brushed. Lifting my fingers between our faces, I slowly sucked one into my mouth right in front of her, moaning at the combination of her orgasm and my skin flavor mixing. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” I questioned, tapping the end of my middle finger against her plush bottom lip. “Have you ever sucked your orgasm off of your partner before?”
She shook her head and then slowly parted her lips before sliding her tongue out and over my finger. I pushed it into her mouth, sliding it over the bumps of her tongue until I hit the smooth part in the back of her throat and she stared up at me, eyes hazy with arousal and desire as she sucked it clean.
“Do you like it?” I asked, struggling to focus as she gently took it deep into her mouth again.
“Only because it’s on you.” She admitted, and I rocked my hips forward as her dirty words tantalized me.
“I want more of it on me.” I straddled one of her thighs and lifted her other leg, holding it to her chest as I rocked forward, rubbing my clit against her wet pussy. “Mmh.” I moaned, feeling the pleasure roll through my body from one cell to another. I knew it would feel good with her from the moment we met. But it was otherworldly.
“Oh, my god.” She gasped and put her hand on my hip, rocking me back and forth, grinding against each other. “Lex. Oh, my god.”
“I know.” I palmed her breast, playing with her nipples as I edged myself, desperate to fall over the edge of bliss but wanting to wait until she was crashing through that experience with me. “I’m right there with you.” Leaning forward, I kissed her, and she clung to me, like she was breathing directly from my lips and I was her lifeline. “Use my body for your pleasure. I want to be the only thing giving you satisfaction. Think only of me.”
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared directly into my eyes. “I’m with you.” She whispered, leaning up to bite my bottom lip and suck it into her mouth as she started playing with my tits like I had been with her. She was so bold when she was stripped down and free. “I’m coming.” She gasped, “Lex, you’re making me come.”
“Good girl, Hannah.” I moaned, right on the edge of my orgasm, shook by the fact that Hannah Kate was underneath of me in my bed, about to make me come. “That’s my good girl.”
“Yours.” She panted, digging her nails into my chest, marking me, and it was all I needed to crash over the other side of bliss. “Lex!”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My eyes flew open in confusion and I panted as I tried to figure out what was going on and what that noise was.
My alarm.
It was a dream.
Reality crashed down onto me at the same time the disappointment and shame burned.
I just had a sex dream about Hannah, and I felt ill from it. Not because she was a bad pick for a wet dream partner, but because it felt like I took advantage of our professional relationship by dreaming about her. Like I somehow violated her.
“Fuck.” I groaned, throwing myself out of bed and directly into an ice-cold shower, trying to get my electrified body to calm down and forget how fucking good it had felt to be with her, even if it was only in my head.
The tallest coffee in the world would not be enough to get me through the day, but I had no choice. So I drank it anyway and tried to convince the turmoil in my gut to settle as I parked at the shop with ten minutes to spare before my first appointment.
I never walked in that close to appointment time, but I didn’t know what time Hannah would show up for day two of our interview and I couldn’t bring myself to be alone with her for any length of time.
I had tried everything imaginable to get my mind under control after spending the afternoon with her yesterday. First with alcohol and then with a nameless stranger in the bar bathroom.
