Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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Her command vibrates through the air, carrying authority that I've never heard from her before. It's intoxicating and terrifying all at once. The scent of her fills my senses as I close the distance.
Josie lets out a soft moan as I begin to kiss and nibble at her inner thighs, moving closer to her center with each pass. My tongue darts out to taste her, and she shivers in response.
"Keep going," she commands, her voice thick with desire. "Don't stop until I tell you."
I obey, eagerly exploring every inch of her as if it's the first time I've ever touched a woman. My hands grip onto her hips, holding her steady as my mouth works magic on her.
Her moans become more frequent and urgent as I find the perfect rhythm, driving her closer to the edge. And when she finally falls over that edge, it's like music to my ears. Her body trembles beneath me as I continue to pleasure her until she tells me to stop.
She shakes and trembles on the table I continue to pleasure her, each wave of her release washing over her. I drink her juices eagerly, reveling in the sweet surrender she offers. Josie's breath comes in ragged gasps. I'm sure I look like a starved man, I feel like a starved man, desperate to consume every part of her.
Slowly, I pace myself, savoring every second of her contracting around my tongue, groaning along with her. Her flavor is so addictive that I could do this all day and night.
Her hands find their way into my hair, tugging slightly as she pulls me up to meet her gaze. "Fuck," she gasps. "Fuck," she repeats squirting all over my face, her body convulsing in pleasure. But I don't stop. I can't stop. I keep eating. She hasn't told me to stop, and I don't want to. My senses are on fire, every part of me attuned to her reactions, her sounds, her movements. I'm lost in the moment, in the powerful draw of her need meshed with mine.
Her hands find their way into my hair, tugging slightly as she pulls me up to meet her gaze. "Enough," she gasps, still catching her breath, a flush spread across her cheeks.
I straighten up, feeling triumphant. But when it comes to Josie, I don't know what she is going to do next. This wasn't just a moment of pleasure—it was a test, one I'm not entirely sure I've passed. She gets off the table—her juices running down her legs. She slips back on her panties and jeans without a care in the world.
I don't say anything, waiting for her to make the next move. She grabs her bag off the table. "You were good. Just not good enough for me to forgive you."
Her words are like a punch straight to the gut, the playful gleam in her eyes doing nothing to lessen the blow. "Wait, what?" That came out more desperate than I'd have liked, but hell, what the fuck is she thinking?
"I just needed a release that's all," she winks heading to the door, but stops and digs in her bag. "I guess I should return a favor," she throws a pack of wet wipes at me, which I catch reflexively. "You look like you just splashed water all over your face. Hopefully, I won't see you again." The door slams behind her, leaving me with the citrus scent of the wipes and a helluva lot of confusion.
