Page 14 of Devotion

My gaze keeps straying toward him.

Maybe he feels me watching him. Or maybe my knitting needles make a soft sound that distracts him. He lifts his eyes from his notebook just then and meets mine across the short distance between the desk and my seat.

He doesn’t look annoyed or impatient in the way I can now recognize. He doesn’t look anything really. He stares at me for a minute.

I know I should be careful and discreet, but the words come out before I can stop myself. “Did you want to take a break today?”

He grows still. He doesn’t respond immediately. Then he says, “Uh, yeah. I guess I can.”

All my painfully cultivated realism and resignation burst into thrilled flutters at his casual words.

I put down my knitting and stand up, trying to move in a sultry, graceful way but almost stumbling in my excitement instead. “Ten minutes again today?”

He draws in a long inhale through his nose. “Yeah, ten or fifteen would be fine.”

Since he said fifteen minutes, that’s what I’m going with. The extra time will really help. After he pushes his chair out from his desk, I walk around to the back and start rubbing his shoulders the way I did yesterday. Today he immediately closes his eyes and lets out his breath like he’s intentionally trying to relax.

Pulsing with anticipation, I give him the best shoulder and neck massage I’m capable of, extending it for a full five minutes since I have the extra time. His muscles are still really tight. Full of knots. When I find that particularly sore spot at the back of his neck, he releases a very soft groan that makes me clench excitedly.

I unbutton the top buttons on my bodice the way I did yesterday before I move back around to the front of his chair. He opens his eyes as I lower myself to my knees in front of him.

The polished tile is hard on my knees and shins, but it’s not enough of a discomfort to distract me from what I’m doing. Gabriel parts his legs to make room for me. Then, as he watches, I lift myself up higher and reach over to undo his trousers and gently free his cock from his clothes.

He’s more than halfway erect today. Not all the way but harder than he was at this point yesterday. I decide this is a very good sign as I caress him with my fingers. My eyes move from his cock to his face before I lean over to take him in my mouth.

He gives a soft grunt as my lips wrap around him. One of his hands moves restlessly from the armrest, toward my head, and then back.

He grows fully erect quickly at my first few sucks. Then I establish a steady rhythm of suction and head-bobs. It’sobviously working on Gabriel. His body grows more and more tense, and his breathing gets louder and faster.

His hand does that weird little move again, coming off the armrest toward my head and then back, and I suddenly realize why. He wants to hold my head, but he isn’t sure he should.

The knowledge that he wants to, as well as his concern about overstepping, really does a number on my emotions. I make a humming sound around his thick cock as I try to process the wave of feeling.

His body jerks slightly. His eyes had been falling closed, but they open sharply at the sound I make. Gaze down at me fixedly.

I’ve been holding on to his thighs for leverage as I work, but now I let go and reach over to take his hand and move it to the back of my head.

He settles his fingers around the curve of my skull, just above the tight bun of my hair, and he applies slight pressure in time with the rhythm I’ve established.

My entire body is throbbing now. My skin is hot, and my breath rushes in and out of my nose. I hum again because I honestly can’t help it, and he makes a choked sound and pushes a little harder against my head.

I respond to that slightest of demands and take him deeper, working on softening my throat muscles so my gag reflex doesn’t trigger.

“Fuck,” he mutters on a taken breath. “Oh fuck!”

He’s about to come. I can feel it in the tension of his body, the shuddering of his cock, the helplessness of his exclamation. I slide my lips up the length of him and move my hand into position to squeeze as he lets out a long, soft moan and comes in several spurts on my face.

I leave the semen where it splatters so he can see it when he opens his eyes. His expression is palpably sated in a way that thrills me. He’s still catching his breath as I tuck him back intohis clothes, and then I get up to rub his neck, shoulders, and head for the final three minutes.

When it’s been exactly fifteen minutes, I reluctantly drop my hands. I come back around so I can look at him.

He’s flushed. Visibly relaxed. He murmurs thickly, “Thank you, Jess.”

“You’re welcome. I enjoyed it.”

“Did you?” He might be relishing the aftermath of an orgasm, but his mind will always be sharp. His eyes search my face with a glimmer of his deep intelligence, softened only partly by his physical release.

“Yes,” I tell him honestly. “I really did.”

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