Author's Note:
It's about to get pretty hardcore. Are you ready? Y'all better be prepared.
"Maybe I'm even hoping I'll get a glimpse of you half naked again," Christopher says throatily, the ghost of a smile wiped from his face as his eyes narrow.
With little control over myself, I bite my lower lip, the predatory expression plain on his face eliciting a quiet whimper from me. A smirk tugs at the corner of his full lips, clearly enjoying how receptive I am to his words. He leans back from the counter, the air growing colder as the distance between us grows, before hopping over the island. Pulling me to my feet, we stand mere metres apart, the smell of his cologne thick in my lungs as every nerve ending in my body burns with desire to reach out and touch him.
"I get the feeling that you're hoping to get a glimpse of me half naked, too."
Christopher's fingers hook around the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slightly to show the defined V where his abs meet his hips. I keep eye contact, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of showing just how affected I am by him, but even in my periphery, the sight scolds me. Heat rises in waves from the tips of my toes to the very top of my head, filling my face with a blush that gives me away.
"You don't have to speak, Ashleigh," he says as he closes the gap, lifting a hand to stroke along my cheekbone. "Your face is like an open book. I can see your every thought etched across it."
"If that were true, you'd know I'm not interested," I lie, the tightness of my throat wrapping around the words to betray me.
"Hm, is that so?" Christopher asks, cocking his head infinitesimally to the side as he surveys me. "So me doing this won't bother you, will it?"
Slipping his hand into my pants, he cups my core over my underwear, sending warmth cascading through my body like a waterfall. I shiver against him, goose-pimples coating my arms as I begin to melt under his intense stare. He licks his lips in one smooth, lascivious movement, his eyes narrowing as my arousal becomes evident. I don't move his hand away, I don't move at all, focussing only on this incredibly erotic moment before the professional side of my brain can rear its ugly head.
Like a deer in headlights, my eyes lock with his. He stares back, eyes trained on me for any sign that I want this to stop. Finding nothing but returned desire, he traces a finger experimentally along my slit, pushing the rough lace against my folds. I sigh, eyes fluttering slightly as I support myself against the Island, sure I'll fall otherwise. When my gaze returns to Christopher's, his eyes are widened, the pupils dilated as his finger moves against me again.
Reaching under the hem of his shirt, my fingers skirt his abs, tracing the deep dips and valleys between each muscle. The feel of him, paired with the slow and rhythmic rubbing of my cl!t, has me seeing stars.
"Tell me how good it feels," he whispers, his breath warm against my ear.
I want to tell him that this is the best anyone has ever made me feel, that I want him to carry on until I can't stand, but I can't form words. Each thought blurs incoherently into the next.
"If you won't tell me, then show me. Let go."
As though his command was all I needed, I uncoil myself. I'm free of inhibitions, unable to think of anything past this very moment and the things he's making me feel. I grasp at his shirt and lean on the island for support as the pad of his thumb works tirelessly against the most sensitive part of me. Pressure builds in the pit of my stomach, begging for release. I buck my hips against him as he slides a finger inside me, the walls of my core welcoming him as I let out a breathy moan.
"Never pretend you're not interested," he says, low and feral. I nod; I'd agree with anything he says right now just for him to carry on. "Or I'll remind you how much you fucking want me, again and again if I have to."
"Yes," I say, both in agreement and pleasure.
"Good girl."
Christopher removes himself from me, a mischievous glint in his eye as he bends down to strip me of my pants and underwear. The cold air brushes over my core, almost painful because of its heightened sensitivity.
Powerless under his touch, I let him guide me back to the stool, my bare ass pressed where just moments ago I had been enjoying breakfast. He pries my legs apart, warm hands clasped at the tops of my thighs. The sharp sting of his nails digging into the skin only increases my anticipation. Time seems to slow, each second dripping into the other like wax from a candle as he kneels down before me.
"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" He asks, a wry smile playing across his face as he looks at me with hooded eyes. The warmth of his breath bats against my cold skin, and I shiver.
"Yes," I beg, clasping his face between my hands and pulling him further forward. He laughs, a deep, throaty sound, and resists.
"Say it," he prompts, his palms pressing harder into my thighs. "Say what you want and I'll do it."
"I want you to lick my pussy," I say, the words tumbling out in quick succession.
Christopher is quick to grant my request, a low grumble escaping his full lips as they connect with my sensitive skin. He kisses up my thighs, taking extra care with the areas marked red from his grasp, teasing every inch of skin until I'm begging him to kiss me where I need it most. His thumb assumes its position on my cl!t, moving in slow circles as he brings his mouth to me. His tongue licks slowly and softly at my slit, tasting the arousal he's brought me.
When I moan in response, he loses all patience. He grows frustrated, moving his fingers to my entrance and enveloping my clit in the wet warmth of his mouth. Every movement, every thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue, is perfectly choreographed; It's a dance created entirely to be my undoing.
"Oh, Christopher," I moan, weaving my fingers through his hair to pull him closer. He grunts against my skin, the vibrations doing amazing fucking things to me, as I roll my hips in time with his movements.
The tension in my stomach is unbearable, a tight knot that makes me body scream for euphoric release. We work together in rhythmic unison until I find it, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. Pleasure rolls through me, the walls of my core clenching and unclenching against his fingers as he sucks lightly on my cl!t.
I've never felt anything so gratifying in my life.
With release comes crushing sobriety, the reality of it all hitting me at once – I'm half naked on in my tenant's kitchen, having had the best orgasm of my life because of his magic touch. Christopher pulls away from my crotch, his green eyes wrinkled with a smug smile like this is something natural; like it's perfectly acceptable to have tongue fucked your landlady in the apartment you rent from her.
"Oh my god," I say, jumping from the stool and grabbing frantically at my clothes. "I'm so sorry. I didn't- this shouldn't have happened."
"What?" Christopher asks, grabbing my wrist as I reach for my red lace panties.
"I'm not here for this. Having your face buried in my--" I say, stopping myself as I cringe with embarrassment. "It's blurring the line between professional and personal."
"The line between professional and personal was obliterated when I had you moaning my name. What's the use in trying to salvage it, when we may as well enjoy it?"
Christopher's touch brands the skin of my wrist, and I yank it away from him. The confused look he gives me, paired with the subtle downturn of the mouth that brought me earth-shattering relief, has me questioning whether I can really keep away from him. My first instinct is to abandon all attempts at professionalism; to seize his shoulders with my arms and curl my legs around his waist, stripping him of everything other than his own pleasure.
But I can't. I grab my clothes wordlessly and rush back to the guest room, the sound of my moans playing in loop in my head. Why had I given myself to him so easily?
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Author's Note:
Hey!
So, it's only been 4 days since I posted this, and I'm pretty shocked that it's doing well already. Over 3 parts, we're nearing 1K reads, and that's just fucking madness. Not that amount of reads matters, but it's good to know my writing can't be all that bad, right?!
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Hayles❧