“You look like you’re auditioning for Charlie’s Angels!”
He stands straight, drops his hands to his sides, and gives me an evil glare.
I roll over and laugh into the pillow until my stomach hurts, and I’m crying.
“Very funny. Ha ha. I’m glad you think I’m so amusing.”
When I roll to my back again, he’s still glaring at me, except now he’s got his arms folded over his chest.
Gasping for breath, I say, “Oh God, that was amazing. You should’ve seen yourself. If there really was a fire, you could’ve put it out with your terrifying karate hands.”
After another moment of narrow-eyed annoyance, he leaps on top of me with a roar and starts to tickle me, digging his fingers between my ribs.
“No! No tickling!” I scream, which only makes him tickle me harder.
When I shout, “Mercy!” he relents. Capturing my wrists, he presses my arms over my head and holds them against the pillow as he smiles down at me, his eyes soft and warm.
“Hi.”
“Hi yourself, sensei.”
“You spent the night.”
“I did. And narrowly escaped death by crushing with some fast thinking.”
“Yes. That’s what I admire most about you, by the way. Your brain.”
“If brain is a euphemism for boobs, I believe you.”
We grin at each other until he dips his head and kisses me. The kiss is slow, soft, and intimate. It leaves me breathless. Against my mouth, he murmurs, “Your boobs are nice too.”
“Nice? Excuse me, but these puppies are spectacular.”
He rubs his cheek against my chest, grumbling in pleasure like a lion. Through his shirt I’m wearing, he sucks on a nipple until it’s peaked, and I’m even more breathless than before.
His knees are planted on the mattress on either side of my hips. Between his spread legs, his cock is already stiff, bobbing as he moves to my other nipple.
“Cole?”
“Mmm.”
“You seem like you’re in a good mood.”
“I am. Try not to ruin it by talking.”
“I’m not talking. Who’s talking? Not me.”
“Don’t try to read my mind either.”
“Okay. So I shouldn’t ask you why you’re in such a good mood?”
“Only if you want me to stop doing this.”
He lightly sinks his teeth into my nipple. I groan, arching up into his mouth as heat engulfs my body.
“That’s what I thought.” He grasps the open collar of the shirt and gives it a hard yank. Buttons go flying.
“You have a bad habit of ruining shirts, handsome.”
Smoothing the shirt to either side so my breasts and belly are bared to him, he gazes down at me with avid eyes. “You complaining?”
“No.”
“Good. Now be quiet. I need to make you come.”
My pulse surges. “We’ll be late for work.”
“I’ll write you a note for your boss. Oh, wait.” He smiles. “I am your boss. Your tardiness is excused, Ms. Sanders.”
Without waiting for a reply, he cups my breasts and pushes them together, then starts to lavish my hard nipples with his tongue.
I squirm underneath him and try my best to be quiet as he chuckles, amused by my restlessness, his mouth full of my flesh.
Against my skin, he whispers, “I wonder how wet your pussy is?”
“Very.”
“Already?”
“Yes. She’s a shameless hussy where you’re concerned.”
“Show me.”
I slide my hand between my legs, dip my fingers inside myself, then lift my hand to his mouth. Looking into my eyes, he sucks on my fingertips.
“Delicious. Get that hand back between your legs.”
Closing his eyes, he turns his attention back to my breasts as I touch myself again. I glide my fingertips over my sensitive clit and whimper. When he tests my nipple with his teeth again, I moan.
It seems to snap some self-control he’s been exercising. With a growl, he moves down my body, knocks my hand away, spreads my thighs, puts his face between my legs, and licks my exposed pussy with a flat tongue. Then he flicks the tip of it back and forth over my clit until I’m moaning loudly and pulling at his hair.
“Don’t come yet. Save it for my cock.”
He slides two fingers inside me and goes back to licking my clit.
Breathless, my skin burning, I rock my hips against his face and watch his tongue move. He reaches up and pinches one of my nipples, sending a pulse of pleasure spreading outward until it connects with the pleasure already pulsing between my legs.