Free Deceived - Part 1 New York by Eve Carter

slipped a finger under the edge of my string bikini and
pulled it aside, revealing my bare mound. I moaned with
anticipation.
    “ Mmmm,
this is a lovely dessert.” he crooned. I stiffened my legs even
more thrusting my private parts in his face in a
“ just take it ” message. I couldn’t wait much longer; I urgently needed his
touch. As if to read my mind he ran his finger around the outside
lips of my slit, content with the wetness he had created. He sucked
in a breath and in a husky voice said, “Ooh baby, look how wet you
are for me.”
    I moaned and arched again.
Holding the panties aside, he spread the lips of my pussy apart to
expose my tingling clit, engorged and pink, standing at attention
from the raging hormones in my body. In one magnificent gesture he
drew my wetness up from within me to moisten my clitoris. The feel
of the moisture hitting my clit sent me to a new level of ecstasy.
I longed to scream out in pleasure but knew I had to stifle my
intonations for fear of someone hearing us. The frustration just
added to the rapture of the situation.
    He only gave me one little
taste of pleasure and then spreading my labia wider he blew gently
on my clit. A heavenly sensation flooded my brain. My awareness of
the room was fading, the familiar rush of the white noise filled my
ears again making the thrust of his fingers inside me an erotic
surprise as he pressed his mouth directly on my pulsing clit,
licking and sucking with hot nasty vigor.
    “ I think we need a little
flavor” Patrick teased and he dipped his finger into the glass of
champagne next to me, letting the bubbly liquid drizzle over my
slit, lapping up the delicate sparkling drops with oh so much
finesse.
    “ Oh fuck, Patrick! That’s
so good.” I felt the muscles tighten deep within my loins, my heart
rushing the blood in my body to the critical accumulation point,
putting me at the brink of orgasm. His rhythm quickened, his two
fingers stroking the upper inside of me, hitting my g-spot with a
little “come hither” motion and his tongue flicking and swirling,
building up a delirious storm. I was floating on the edge, my body
wound tight, begging for release and with one hard press of his
tongue; I sailed over the invisible edge into ecstasy, and
shattered into a million pieces.
    I leaned forward, waiting
for my breathing to still, my wrist aching from holding my weight
to the edge of the desk. Patrick came up to meet me with an
affectionate kiss on the lips. With his hands on my waist he pulled
me off the desk to stand before him but this time I took control. I
took his hands off me and placed them at his sides. I put my hands
on his waist and moved him back a step giving me some space to
kneel down in front of him.
    We locked gazes, no words
needing to be spoken, all intentions screaming out in the
vibrations of our bodies. My hands started unbuckling his belt and
I made my way down to the floor. Involuntarily his hands went to my
long loose flowing hair and he gurgled in a husky voice, “Oh
Baby!”
    His cock was straining in
his pants and he gazed down at me with abundant accommodation, the
ever present frenzied fear of discovery, weighing on my mind. I
worked quickly at releasing his massive cock from his drawers,
smooth, pink, and protruding, begging to fuck my mouth. Obligingly
I grasped his throbbing erection with one hand and clasped my lips
around its expansion. He threw his head back with a hiss of
pleasure. I purposefully stroked him, sucked him and worked my
tongue around the head of his penis.
    He swole in proportion to
my measure and gently moved my head in accordance to his thrust. As
he swelled, I cupped his balls in one hand squeezing them up with
enough force to create an erotic blood rush, forcing his
ejaculation. Groaning from between his clenched teeth, I felt his
warm salty release fill my mouth and slide down my throat the only
place it could go without leaving evidence.
    Damn!! The sharp jiggle of a door knob