“Not in the least,” I said, kissing him again. “In fact, as long as you aren’t doing this when we’re doing technology demonstrations, you can do that anytime you want.”
Wes’s lips were electric, and when his tongue twisted and caressed mine, I could feel my body flood in desire. I felt my engagement ring press into my finger, adding to my arousal, knowing that this would never end. My thoughts were interrupted when Wes picked me up and set me on the laundromat counter, causing me to squeak in surprise. “What are you doing?”
Wes’s fingers pulled at the waistband of my track pants, which I had worn because they were comfortable for the work we were doing. Now, they slid down my hips easily, along with the panties I wore that day. My * quivered in the cool air, trembling with arousal as Wes looked me up and down.
“I’m making love to my fiancée,” Wes replied, pushing my t-shirt up and kissing my stomach. “Who is the sexiest . . . most intelligent . . . most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he said, punctuating each word with a small kiss on my skin, working his way down. He paused, his lips hovering over my *, a small smile on his face. “I could do this every day if you let me.”
Starting with soft butterfly kisses on my labia, Wes worked his way down, alternating sides until reaching the bottom, where his tongue snaked out to caress me, licking upward until he reached the top and caused me to cry out in joy. He kept up his soft licks and kisses, sucking occasionally in between his licks, until my hips were trying to buck up from the table. Wes wrapped his arms around my thighs, keeping me on the table, while his long arms allowed him to push my bra up, cupping my breasts and adding to my arousal.
“Delicious,” his muffled voice came from between my legs, and I couldn’t keep my eyes on him any longer, my back arching when he licked deeply, my nipples tingling against his palms. His stiff tongue probed deep inside me, licking my inner walls, and I’m sure his face was coated with my juices, which I could feel were flowing like a faucet. Just when I was on the edge, he pulled out, his fingers forming an O shape around my nipples while he kept his hands on my breasts, licking higher again. “Not yet, my love.”
“You feel so good, though,” I half whined, not at all surprised that Wes could have me so close to climax so quickly. We have that sort of connection, where with just a touch we are at seemingly unprecedented heights of arousal. “And you know I’m multi-orgasmic.”
“True, but I’m waiting for something,” he teased, his tongue tracing around my labia again. “You know what I want.”
I blinked, bringing my eyes back down to him and trying to think. What did he want? The lust coursing through my brain was making it hard to concentrate, and his tongue on my * wasn’t helping matters. Finally, I realized, and grinned. “Please, Wes, make me come?”
“As you wish, my love,” he replied, smiling. He nimbly licked higher, finding the stiff nub of my clit and flicking his tongue over it. Wes has about a dozen different ways of bringing me to orgasm, but the quick explosions of pleasure from my clit when he licks me like that are perhaps my second favorite after his thick cock, and I gasped in shocked pleasure. Alternating between licks of my clit and broad sweeps of my * with his tongue, Wes took me higher and higher, until I thought the angels themselves couldn’t soar so high. “I love you, Wes.”
Instead of answering, Wes’s fingers tightened on my nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefingers as he sucked my clit in between his lips. I cracked, screaming and literally squirming all over his face. My feet kicked out hard and stiff as I came, wrapping around his head and pulling him in tight. I rode the wave the best I could, tumbling out of control as Wes kept up his ministrations, not letting me come down but instead driving me higher and higher, until one orgasm became a second, and then a third, cascading on each other until I was sure my mind would break and I would go insane. It wasn’t until I sagged to the table, almost blacking out because I hadn’t been breathing, that Wes relinquished his tongue and fingers, and I felt the world slow down from the dizzying spin it had been in for untold minutes, and I could focus my eyes again.
“Now that’s a hell of an office party,” I finally whispered, stroking his hair and smiling softly. “Tell me this isn’t just a first day thing.”
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