Free In Love With Lucy (NSFW) by C.C. Wood

unaware of anything outside of his mouth and his hands all over my feverish skin.
    I jerked as one of his fingers hooked my panties, shoving them to the side, before delving deep inside of me.
    “That feels so good,” I whispered.
    Chris made a guttural sound in his throat and lifted his head from my breasts. I looked down to see him hook his index fingers into each side of my underwear.
    “Lift your hips,” he muttered.
    I did as he said and he pulled the panties down my legs. I had no idea where they ended up because his hands were back, shoving my thighs apart. I watched wordlessly as he used his thumbs to open me.
    “You’re so wet,” he said, as though to himself, as the pad of his thumb moved to press my clit. “Wet and hot. I’m sure you taste fucking incredible.”
    My hips bucked at his words as well as the gently, insistent movement of his thumb against my flesh. Chris didn’t swear often, and hearing him say that particular phrase made me shoot toward the edge of an orgasm almost immediately. A few more minutes of his caresses and dirty talk and I would go off like a rocket.
    The movement of his hands stopped and I whimpered.
    “Fuck, now I have to eat you.”
    His mouth swooped down, latching on to my clit, and I shouted at the unexpected pleasure. I fell back against his desk onto my elbows, my feet lifting to rest on the edge. Somewhere along the way I’d lost both my stiletto pumps.
    My hips shimmied as he licked and sucked at my clit ruthlessly. This wasn’t foreplay. He devoured me as though he wanted to eat me alive. My orgasm rushed toward me as one long, callused finger drove inside my pussy. He added another, probing deeper. I felt his fingers hook inside me, pressing and seeking. Chris began to stroke that spot within me and I felt intense, almost uncomfortable pressure.
    I gasped, trying to wriggle away slightly, but he used his other arm on my lower body to hold me still. I moaned in frustration when his mouth lifted from my sex.
    “Play with your nipples,” he demanded.
    Mindless with the need to climax, I did as he said, lifting my hands to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples between my forefinger and thumb, tugging them the way he had earlier.
    “Fuck, that’s hot,” he whispered.
    “Please,” I begged, so close to coming that I hurt with the need to orgasm. “I need it.”
    His answer was to continue to massage that spot deep inside me and close his lips around my clit. He sucked gently, using the tip of his tongue hard and fast on the bundle of nerves. With a scream, I came, thrashing violently on his desk as the most brutal, intense orgasm of my life took over my body.
    He continued to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body until it was almost painful and I struggled to get away. Suddenly, he was no longer between my legs. I heard a crash as he shoved himself out of his chair and loomed over me.
    I watched as he ripped his shirt from the waist of his pants, practically tearing it from his body, buttons flying all over the room. The satisfaction I’d felt moments before disappeared as I saw his naked torso for the first time. He was nothing but lean muscle and smooth, tan skin. I pushed myself into a sitting position, placing a palm against his pectoral then lightly dragging my nails down, over his taut stomach, to his belt buckle.
    He groaned, reaching into his back pocket, as I moved my hand downward until my palm cupped him through the material of his slacks. His erection was rock hard, thick, and jerked in my clasp.
    I licked my lips, causing him to groan again, as I began to work on his belt buckle and undo his pants. The material fell to his upper thighs and I saw the tip of his cock rising out of his tight black briefs. My fingers skimmed across it as I hooked them into the elastic waist of his underwear. He shuddered beneath my hands as I tugged at the material.
    As soon as his erection was free, I circled him with my fingers, stroking a hand over the soft skin.