Coming Undone
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“I want to see you,” he murmured as he slid a strap of her leotard from one shoulder, kissing the spot he’d exposed.
“I’m . . . I’ve been dancing. I’m sweaty . . . Oh god that’s . . .” Her head dropped back as he swirled his tongue across her shoulder and to the spot where it became her neck. Her breast, small, pert, fit perfectly in his hand, her nipple pressing against his palm like he’d pictured a thousand times since he’d met her.
“Stop it. I’m licking you right now and you taste salty-sweet. That’s my favorite flavor combo. Chocolate-covered pretzels, popcorn and M&M’s. Elise Sorenson. I love it and I can’t wait to lick more.”
She exhaled, shaky and with a tense groan behind it. He simply looked at her upper body when he pulled the top of the leotard down around her waist, exposing all that pale, creamy skin, the acres of toned muscle, the shape of each beautiful breast capped with a pale pink nipple.
Unable to resist, he leaned down and licked over one and then the other. He picked her up, placing her cute ass down on her desk. “That’s better. How flexible are you, Elise?”
Giddiness flushed Elise’s system. Her actions this entire morning had been totally unlike her. How wonderful to be a woman she’d never imagined being! In a positive way, for a change. In reply to his question, she swung her leg up, the tip of her shoe near his shoulder.
“Very.”
“You’re going to kill me, but it’ll be worth it.” He groaned and took her ankle in his hand, wrapping strong fingers around it. “These shoes are very sexy, but they need to be off so I can finish getting you naked.” He paused, looking. “Where’s the tie?”
She laughed and moved so her leg was bent, foot in her lap. “A dancer’s bane is the way the ribbons on toe shoes come undone all the time. If I were performing I’d go as far as to sew the knot in place, but today I just used a clear Band-Aid.” He bent and watched while she quickly peeled the bandage off, untucked the knot and loosened it to take off one and then the other toe shoe. She hoped he was impressed with the rest of her because a dancer’s feet were anything but pretty.
He was there again, standing between her thighs as he pulled her shorts down and off and the leotard followed, until all she had left were her tights. The air of the room was cool, but heat rolled from him, blanketing her as she leaned forward to press her face against his chest.
The muscles in his sides jumped as she slid her hands under the edge of his shirt. He was warm and hard, and suddenly she needed to see him so badly it hurt.
“You’re too tall this way. I can’t reach you.”
He simply picked her up, and she knelt on the top of the desk, peeling his shirt off, exposing his upper body. She studied him for long moments, taking in the hard muscle, the twist and curl of ink, the silver barbell in his left nipple.
“You’re making me nervous,” he said, sounding a bit agitated, so she smiled at him.
“You’re gorgeous. I can’t decide what I want to touch first. But I want to touch it all.” She traced along a spectacular dragon, from the swirl of a tail around his belly button up to the head that took up his entire shoulder.
He closed his eyes a moment as his vision swam. Her hands on him, her eyes greedily taking in the sight of his body, did something to him. Damn it, made him even harder—if that was possible.
“Touch whatever you want.” He shivered when she brushed her fingertips over his nipple and the bar.
“Did I hurt you?” She started to draw back, but he took her wrist and put her hand where it had been.
“Not at all. Your hands on me feel good. I want more.”
That’s when she licked from his belly button to the barbell and he saw stars. Like he’d never had sex before. And then she said, “You taste yummy. Thank God I’m not on a diet.”
“Christ.” He pulled the tights down her legs until she lay back on the desk, spread out there like a sweet treat. So petite and perfect and ready. He saw the glistening lips of her cunt, smelled her on the air. He wanted more.
She wailed when he dropped to his knees. “Wait, no! Your pants off.”
“If I take my pants off, I’ll want to shove my c**k into you until we succeed in knocking everything from the surface of this desk. I want to do this first.” He spread her thighs as he pulled her toward his mouth and latched on.
She hissed an appreciative sound, followed by an entreaty. But her taste drowned him and he surrendered to it. So sweet and unique. He took a long lick, swirling his tongue to catch her honey and take it in. Her moan in response was low and throaty, such a contrast to the soft sweetness of her voice.
Her body writhed beneath him, responding head to toe to his touch. The triumph of that, of bringing pleasure to this woman, rang through him. He wanted more of her, wanted her climax and then many more. He wanted to lose himself in her for hours on end. Nothing else mattered then but her, but the two of them.
She cried out, the hands buried in his hair yanking tight as she came on his tongue, a climax so beautiful he felt it low in his gut with each sobbed wave of her release. He fell then. He just wouldn’t know it until later, until it was far too late to turn back.
He stood, toeing his boots off as she sat up. “Let me,” she said, hopping down, her hands going to his belt and then the button and zipper of his jeans. “Your body is so sexy. So beautiful.” She pressed a kiss to his side. “I’ve never wanted a man like you before. You’re overwhelming.”