Loving Infidelity

Infidelity kicked off her heels and her skirt. He pushed her back slowly, parting her thighs like the Red Sea. She began to tremble as she felt his lips gently kiss her inner thighs. He bit at her hungrily as she pushed his head down further as if to say, “Hurry up,” but she should have known better than to rush Occasional. He wasn't the “quickie” type. That was another thing that annoyed Infidelity. He demanded hours with her, and she didn't have that kind of time. She was a hit it and quit it type of woman. Spending too much time together was how feelings got involved, and she definitely didn't have time for that.
Suddenly, she felt his head in the place she wanted. She moaned loudly as his tongue flicked the tip of her clit. She placed her hands further back on the desk to gain more leverage. His tongue thrust in and out of her hot spot, driving her closer and closer to ecstasy. She didn't want him to stop lapping up her juices that flowed as if to nourish the famine that had been going on between them.
“Oh, damn, Occasional. You are going to make me cum!”
“Don't I always?” Occasional's confidence was as big as his ego, but Infidelity didn't give a damn. She just wanted to reach one of those mind blowing climaxes that she used to have with Occasional. At the point of no return, Infidelity's muscles contracted as he French kissed her other lips. He slurped as he inserted two of his fingers deep inside her, still working her clit with his tongue.
“I can't hold it any longer, baby... yes. Yes! YES... I'm cumming,” she panted.
Occasional rose to his feet and pulled away from Infidelity.
“Let me see you play with yourself,” Occasional instructed. She worked her clit like her life depended on it. She came and she came hard. Gasping like a fish out of water, she laid there on the desk.
“Damn, baby. I missed that. Shit!” she sighed.
Raising up, she realized no one was there. It was literally a wet dream.