Desire (#1) by Cox, Carrie (important of reading books .txt) 📕

“Are we done?” I asked. I couldn’t believe it. He was letting me go just like that. My body was crying out with frustration.

His eyes travelled the length of my body then back up slowly. “I’d hoped we could continue where we left off this morning, but if you’re not interested…”

Oh hell. “It’s not that I’m not interested. I…”

He stayed silent for a moment then used a finger to beckon me towards him. I moved slowly, feeling breathless with desire.

When I was less than a foot away, he stood and reached out, pulling me towards him, pressing my body hard against his. I could feel every muscle in his torso. He held me so tightly I could only take shallow breaths, which left me light-headed.

I could feel his hardness through his trousers, pushing against me. The hot, wetness between my legs tingled with anticipation. I wriggled against him, moaning as his hardness rubbed against me.

He covered my mouth with his, exploring with his tongue. He tasted warm and delicious. His hands slid under my shirt, lightly caressing the lace of my bra, turning my nipples into hard nubs that he rubbed between his fingers.

I moaned softly against his mouth.

“God, you are so fucking hot,” he said as his lips began to trail my neck, nibbling and kissing as he went.

I rubbed myself against him provocatively, hoping to speed him up. I wanted him to touch me. I needed to feel his fingers between my legs.

He smiled, sexily, guessing my intention.

“Would you like me to touch you, Katherine?”

I swallowed hard and nodded.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he whispered.

“I want you to touch me,” I said. My cheeks flamed in mortification. I felt shy, but my desire was more powerful than my embarrassment.

“Where?” he breathed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I reached for his hand and held it between my legs.

“Ah, there.”

He didn’t undo my pants. Instead, he rubbed softly over the fabric. It felt good. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted his finger rubbing inside me.

The wetness had already soaked through my panties. But as he rubbed, I felt the pressure build, and I actually thought he might be able to make me come by just stroking me through my jeans. How was he able to make my body respond like this? I’d never felt so turned on with any other man.

My hands struggled with his belt buckle then fumbled with his zip. As I slid my hands into his boxers, I heard his sharp intake of breath. I smiled. He liked that.

I looked up into his eyes as my hands closed around his erection. He was so hard. I moved my hands back and forward, slowly at first, then increased the pace. He groaned in pleasure as I used my other hand to lightly cup his balls.

Shamelessly, I pushed myself against his hand increasing the friction. It wasn’t enough, I needed more. I slid my own hand down the front of my jeans and touched myself. I rubbed my fingers between my legs, building faster and faster. I could feel my stomach tightening, I was about to come when he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand from between my legs.

“Are you touching yourself?”

I nodded. “I need to…”

He reached down to unbutton my pants. “That’s my job.”

He ran his fingers lightly over the lace of my panties. “God, you’re so wet and ready.”

I pulled him towards me. I was ready. More than ready.

He yanked down my jeans, and I stepped out of them, then he knelt in front of me and slid my lace panties slowly down my legs. By the time he’d removed them, I was trembling with desire.

I grasped the desk behind me. My legs felt like jelly, and I needed the support.

He cupped one hand around my right ankle and tugged gently, widening my stance. He stayed kneeling on the floor, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he raised his hand. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers slipped between my legs, caressing my wetness.

I groaned and broke eye contact as I tilted my head and arched my back. His rubbing made the heat build deep inside me. His finger slipped back and forth, building a steady rhythm. I arched my back again, desperate for more pressure. His fingers flicked across my clitoris, teasing, taking me to the brink of orgasm, but then easing off before I got the release.

I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle my moans, as despite my heady lust, I knew Geraldine wasn’t far away.

He pulled his hand away, and I looked down. He couldn’t stop now, not when I was so close. His dark eyes met mine as he moved his head to between my legs.

Oh my! He couldn’t do that. Not when I was standing up.

I let out a strangled moan as the tip of his tongue eased its way between my folds and sent electric tingles everywhere. He continued to kiss and lick my most intimate place and had me panting for more.

My hands reached out, and my fingers clutched his hair. No one had ever done his to me before. As his tongue circled my clitoris, he inserted a finger deep inside me. That was all it took to send me falling over the edge into bliss. I came hard, my body contracting with erotic pleasure.

I think I cried out. I couldn’t help it.

I leaned back on the desk, to stop myself sinking to the floor. I was vaguely aware of him standing up. But I didn’t have time to say anything before he whirled me around to face the desk.

He pulled off my shirt then unhooked my bra.

I was still surfing the waves of my orgasm as he slipped his finger inside me again. I stumbled forward in shock and braced myself against the desk.

I heard his belt buckle hit the floor. That small sound sent a surge of lust