Page 93 of Until He Confesses
He truly had done wonderfully well, and I couldn’t help but admire him even further. But then it was clear to see that this also came at a cost.
“You’re exhausted?” I asked.
He watched me as he had been doing since I got here, and I knew he wasn’t going to respond. So, I set down my daggers first, cocking my head, I softened my expression and lightly urged him to respond.
This had always seemed to work with him in the past and when I tried it now once again it was a wonderful feeling to me that I was able to create it.
He took another sip of his drink and then he replied.
“Pointless meetings, delayed projects, and sheer stupidity.”
At his response, I wasn’t sure what to say or think. As he said the words, I’d been waiting for him to string them into coherent sentences but apparently not.
Thankfully I was able to quickly make sense of them and then I nodded.
“No wonder you wanted to meet,” I said and even though he didn’t outrightly respond to this, I knew I was on the right track.
I understood him then, his exhaustion and his annoyance and I wanted to take it all away. This was a dangerous thought indeed, but he had done the same thing for me when I needed his help with my mom. He’d come to my help and ensured that I had everything I needed without asking for anything in return and I truly appreciated it.
Therefore, I was incredibly eager to give him as much pleasure as he needed so he could get the release he wanted for the night. So, I picked his glass back up and drained the liquor that was in it.
I was loose now and excited. I lowered till I was on my knees before him.
His knees were already spread out, so it didn’t take too much to settle in between them.
All the way I held onto his gaze as I found his belt and thanks to his assistance was able to loosen it. I flung the leather strap away and then I began to deal with his buttons.
We were silent as we stared at each other but the heat of anticipation in the room was palpable. It reminded me more than anything of our first time together. I had been so nervous but through it all, he’d held my gaze and assured me so kindly that I could trust him with my body. And my heart.
The latter hadn’t worked out well but the former, he’d never been careless with for even a moment.
He was doing the same now as well and it just reminded me once again of why he had been so special to me. It was his attentiveness and focus and to top it all he was also the most sensual man I’d ever known. In the way he moved and spoke and acted, he was truly beyond comparison.
I couldn't wait to have his gorgeous cock in my mouth. It was my next favorite thing about him, apart from his face, and I couldn't wait to savor it. So, I pulled the rock-hard member out of his briefs and heard his slightly sharper breath as my hand tightened around him.
I admired the length, the perfect width, and the flushed head. I loved that he was like this when all I was doing was standing in the room and bickering with him.
He wanted me, and confirmation of this fact was beyond thrilling. It was a shame that I had to take my eyes away from him, but I wanted to savor every bit of the act, so I shut my eyes and lost myself in the moment.
I ran my tongue down the warm rock-hard length and tasted him with the pad of my tongue as I came back up. And then I began to suck him off, starting at first with a measured, relaxed rhythm but then quickly increasing the pace until my hands felt the exertion. It was worth it, though, because his groans hit my ears and filled the room, and I swore that I could listen to him forever. Perhaps it was because he wasn't usually so expressive but given his exhaustion and the alcohol that we had both downed, I guess it wasn't so much of a surprise that he was letting loose.
His hand found its way to my hair and then settled at the back of my head. Gently, he thrust his hips even further into my mouth and then fell back with an even louder groan onto the back of his chair. My eyes lifted to watch him, and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gasped for air caught my eyes. I wanted to wrap my lips around him, but that could come later. I consoled myself by going even further to pull his balls into my mouth. It was a bit of a feat, but eventually, I was soon sucking and jacking him so intently that he came.
It was sudden and unexpected because he'd never come that fast, but I felt the release through his thighs. They clenched and then released in small, wonderful tremors that sent my mouth filling with his seed. I didn't waste a single drop. I lapped it all up, unable to help my smile at the grunts of satisfaction that followed.
"Fuck," he cursed, straightening, and I was finally forced to release his cock from my mouth.
It released with a little pop as I settled back on my heels, but I wasn't even balanced yet before he moved forward, held the back of my head, and kissed me.
My taste intermingled with his, and it was such a filthy but sensual kiss that by the time he released me, gravity had moved the ground from under my feet.
Afterward, all I could do was stare at him, mesmerized at the show, and even less put together now. It gave me a huge sense of satisfaction to see I had done this, and as a result, my confidence skyrocketed. Grabbing onto the edge of the desk, I was able to support myself. I rose, though I didn't need to stay on my feet for long because I was soon astride him.
His slouching position and the protruding handles of his chair prevented this until I was nearly forced to give up. He had regained his stamina and stood up. Then he took my hand in his and began to lead me toward the window. I instantly knew what he had planned and it filled me with goosebumps.
"What are you-" I tried to ask, but my front was already pressed against the glass. His broad, strong, and powerful body was just the warmth and strength that I needed pressing against me, but then when he lowered his head to plant soft sensual kisses down my neck, my eyes no longer cared about the view before me.
My clit throbbed at the tease, especially as his hand soon joined in the action and began unbuttoning my pants. Immediately the length of his middle finger was doing a number on my clit, and I was leaking. My hand flattened against the window as the naughty finger went even further and slipped inside of me. He fingered me slowly, and then another joined in the action. I needed to give him more access, all that he needed, so I pushed the jeans even further down my hips till my ass was pressed solidly against his exposed groin.