Page 41 of The Cask

“Say my name again,” he demanded.

I opened my mouth to speak but before words could come out, he buried his face between my legs.

“Shit!” I panted as he flattened his tongue and licked the length of my slit.

“Is this what you wanted?” His warm breath teased my wet flesh and I clenched with anticipation. “Is this what you came here for?”

My breathing was ragged. “Yes,” I groaned. “I came for you.”

“Not yet, but you’re about to.”

“Oh!”

Before I had a chance to wrap my mind around what he’d said, his tongue started languishing long strokes against my clit. My hips inadvertently jumped and twitched as he played with the bundle of nerves in a meticulous way. There was a method to his madness, and it fast-tracked me to bliss.

“Oh my God,” I moaned as I started tingling all over.

He put one of my legs over his shoulder and then pushed the other to the side, knocking something to the floor. The new angle gave me butterflies deep in my belly as he started sucking my clit.

“Yes,” I whimpered, allowing the sensation to sweep over me. My voice got louder as I fully surrendered to his touch. My hips started twitching spastically as his mouth moved over me until he sensed I was about to freefall. “Yes!”

I felt myself tipping over the edge as he zeroed in on that spot. I put my hands on the back of his head and that seemed to spur him on. He growled into my pussy and my stomach started to quiver.

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, each outburst louder than the last.

My thighs shook and he didn’t stop. He ate me with the kind of energy that made it clear how much he wanted me. I was seconds away from coming apart. It wasn’t just his skill; it was his passion.

My breathing faltered.

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned into my pussy and that was all it took.

Pleasure radiated from my clit and shot through my entire body. He grunted his approval as he extended my pleasure by not letting up. I squirmed and he tightened his grip on me. My muscles constricted, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. When my body finally trembled for the last time, he kissed my thighs. Each tender peck of his lips against my flesh made my stomach flutter.

“Ebony, Ebony, Ebony…” he whispered just before I heard a drawer open.

I propped myself up on my elbows and stared breathlessly at him. “Wow,” I breathed, still waiting for my heartrate to return to normal.

“Wow is right.” He reached into the drawer under his computer and pulled out an uncut cigar. “I need more time with you,” he stated, moving the cigar along my inner thigh. “I need more time to play with your pussy.” He ran it along my wet slit while staring into my eyes. “I need to see your face when I make you come.”

If he wasn’t careful, I was going to come again.

Saying his name in a heated whisper, I rolled my hips to force him to touch my clit. He kissed my thigh as he played with me, getting my juices all over the cigar.

“When I smoke this, I’ll taste you all over again,” he told me in a voice barely above a whisper. “And it’ll hold me over until I can have you spread out in front of me again.”

“Omariiiiiiiiiii.” I stretched out his name as I gave in to his seduction.

It wasn’t just the way he was talking to me; it was the way he was looking at me as he said it. It wasn’t just his touch; it was the way he made me crave his touch. He lit me on fire in a way I’d never experienced and I couldn’t get enough.

“You want to come again, baby?” he asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Yes. Make me—”

The pounding on the door interrupted my sentence and caught us both off-guard. He froze, but I sat up immediately, pulling my skirt down.

“One minute,” Omari called out, looking at the time. He placed the cigar with my juices in a special box in his drawer and lowered his voice. “I’m saving that.”

“Our conference call isinone minute, Mr. Fortune!” Kim replied.

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