Page 83 of Grit
She looked up at him, his cock in her hand. “Okay?”
All he could do was nod.
This is a dream.
This is a dream.
“Fuck!” He slammed his hand on the table when Melissa took him in her mouth.
If this was a dream, it was a really fucking good one.
She took her time, stroking in and out, tasting the length and thickness of him. Cary braced one hand on the table so he didn’t fall over and the other on the side of her cheek, going slowly insane as he saw, felt, and heard Melissa giving him head.
She scraped her nails lightly along the back of his thighs, and he thought he might just die from pleasure right then.
The tightening anticipation of climax approached too quickly.
“Missy,” he groaned. “Missy, I’m going to—”
She took him deeper and he came in her mouth.
Cary’s knees nearly buckled. Melissa stood, her hand over her mouth, and grabbed the tissue box in the center of the conference table. She wiped her mouth and lay back on the table, stretching out on her side. She had a small, smug smile on her face.
“Give my apologies to the co-op,” she whispered.
Cary started laughing and he couldn’t stop. He hitched his pants up, leaned over her, and kissed her smiling mouth. Then he started to tease her shirt up.
She gasped. “What about the sanctity of the conference table?”
“This table has lost all sanctity. Might as well ruin it completely.” He kissed up her belly, teasing his fingers along her waistband. He stopped just south of her rib cage and ran his fingers up, pushing her T-shirt out of the way.
He glanced up to see her watching him, her lips swollen and red, her blue eyes trained on him. “You like seeing me with my mouth on you?”
“Yes.”
“How long have you wanted me?”
Her breath caught. “Honestly?”
“Yes.”
“Four years.”
Cary propped his chin on her belly and silently unhooked the clasp of her bra, spreading it so her breasts were exposed.
“You hid it well,” he said. “Not hidden now though.”
“No.” Her breath was coming fast.
He stood, bent down, and took her breast in his mouth, covering the sensitive tip with his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Melissa’s body arched up and her knees bent.
Cary held her as she twisted on the table. He teased the top of her pubis beneath her jeans as he kissed her breasts. Her nipples were hard in his mouth. Her skin was flushed and hot.
“Cary—”
“Do you like my mouth on you?”
“Yes.”
