Eventually she opened her eyes. I slid my hands from her face to her collar, then slipped the buttons of her blouse open, one after another, revealing a white lace bra. The contrast with her olive skin made the sight even more mouthwatering than before, and I pushed her shirt over her shoulders, all the while keeping my gaze on her breasts where they pushed against the lace, straining to be set free.
Next, I peeled off her skirt, revealing long, lean legs. I stepped back to take in the whole picture. With clothes on she was a knockout—sexy, curves in all the right places. But naked? She was a fucking goddess. My cock nudged my fly and I pulled in another breath, steadying myself. This was a marathon, not a sprint.
“Are you inspecting me?” she asked.
“Absolutely. You’re gorgeous.”
“And I’m almost naked. Whereas you are not.”
That was just how I liked it.
I moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”
After barely a moment of hesitation, she stepped toward me. “Where do you want me?”
I growled in response but added, “Everywhere, but for now, turn around so you’re facing away.”
She paused and narrowed her eyes slightly. Sofia had a temper, that was clear. I’d never had an assistant who was so very visibly irritated by me. She was outspoken and opinionated and certainly no pushover. It was all part of the attraction. In the office, she didn’t seem to understand that she needed to follow my rules. Now I wanted her to comply with my instructions. Whether she knew it yet or not, doing so would be in her own best interest.
She half-lifted one shoulder before turning away. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me so she was sitting on my lap.
I gathered her hair to one side, exposing her neck and shoulder, and pressed my lips to hot, smooth skin. She smelled so good—jasmine and musk and magnolia mixed with something completely unique. I brought my arms underneath hers and swept my hands over her taut stomach, cupping her mound over her underwear while pressing kisses to her neck. A woman this sexy needed to be explored. A body like hers demanded it.
She twisted her hips slightly and I smiled into the skin of her neck. Her movement stroked my cock and pushed my hand over her clit.
This was going to be fun.
I stroked the fingers of one hand down the material of her underwear and she let out a breathy sigh. My free hand cupped her breast, my thumb finding her hardened nipple.
I started to push my fingers round in rhythmic circles, her hips mimicking the pattern in constrained, jerky movements. She was trying to steal more than I was offering.
To show her who was in charge, I moved both my hands to her chest, stroking and massaging her breasts. She let her head fall back onto my shoulder and relaxed into me. It wasn’t just Sofia who was impatient for more. I yanked down the lace cups of her bra and her breasts overflowed into my hands, heavy and smooth and ripe enough to eat.
She tried to turn, but facing away, I could keep her in place. By the time we were done, she’d be more than satisfied.
It was just going to take a while. In all things, I believed a job well done was never rushed.
She groaned. I rubbed her tight, hard nipples back and forward between my thumb and forefingers, the pressure increasing with every stroke until it was just this side of too much; abruptly, I released her and pressed her thighs wide.
I needed room to explore.
I dragged my fingers around the juncture of her thighs, just outside the elastic of her underwear, then dipped one finger inside.
The rise and fall of her chest became more pronounced as I traced the curves and crevices of her folds, up and down, up and down, up and down. I pushed farther and her wetness coated my finger and I used it to oil my path. I avoided her clit, resisted plunging inside her, and instead stroked her up and down, up and down. She arched against me, then snaked her hand around her back, finding my cock, hard and throbbing and ready for her hands.
That wasn’t going to happen. I grabbed her hand and took it from my cock. “If you don’t behave, this is going to be even more frustrating for you and even more enjoyable for me.”
“Why?” she pleaded.
“Because I said so,” I replied. “Take a breath and enjoy this. We’re not in a rush.”
She relented and her body sagged against me. I resumed my exploration of her. Her wetness had overflowed into her folds now, coating my fingers and inviting more. I grazed my thumb over her clit, in a fast, light movement. She groaned like I’d plunged into her mercilessly.
“You see that?” I whispered. “You’re making your underwear all wet. Now that won’t do.” I hooked my thumbs into her knickers and slid them off her so she was completely bare. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” I said, sliding my hand over her mound. “I bet I could make you come tonight without even touching you.” I started to withdraw my hands.
“No,” she whimpered. Her timbre reverberated across my straining cock.
I slid my fingers down and into her, grinding my palm against her clit, holding her in place with my arm around her waist. It would last longer like this—less intense, but more frustrating for her.
“Oh God,” she cried out, her hips lifting. “I think I’m going to—”
I removed my hands from her. “Do. Not. Come.”
She slumped against me. “Isn’t that the point? That’s what you told me you wanted to do to me.” She tried to turn to face me and I maneuvered her back into position, gaze pointed forward.
“You’ll get your orgasm. Just not yet,” I replied. She continued to squirm and writhe against me, the friction against my cock starting to trip my concentration and blur my vision. Shit. I needed to move or I was going to be coming on her back like a fucking thirteen-year-old boy.
I hooked under her arms and slid her sideways onto the bed before standing and stripping off my clothes. She propped herself up on her forearms like she was watching a show.
“Nice body,” she said, looking me up and down.
I chuckled. “Back at you.” I grabbed her ankle and pulled her pussy flush with the edge of the mattress. This way, I could enjoy her without my dick getting in on any of the action.
She lay back and I pushed her knees wide and took her in from this angle. Fuck, she was delicious and I hadn’t even tasted her yet. She was all curves and attitude, receptive and desperate. I couldn’t wait a second longer.
I pressed my tongue against her clit and pushed down her folds, firm and controlled, licking her juices and enjoying her heat. I’d managed to ignore this woman in the office, walk past her twice in the bar, but there was something about her attitude and body and mind that was so fucking inexorable I just couldn’t leave it alone.
And now I wanted my fill.
She was mine to consume from now until sunrise.
I wanted to feast on her.
Her hips danced this way and that way, trying to fight against the hold of my hands and the push of my tongue, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Not yet.
As I plunged my fingers deep and my tongue found her clit, she twisted away. What was she avoiding? The pleasure, or my control of it? I pushed her back into position and splayed my hand over her stomach, pressing the heel of my hand to find her G-spot.
She was so close now. Her sharp movements had stilled, as if the enormity of what was about to happen to her had finally dawned. She was about to have the orgasm of her life. And I was the man who was going to give it to her.