Page 68 of Words I Couldn't Say
I grinned up at him. “Oh, yeah. Definitely entertained. I was having thoughts of how much I missed this while I was away.”
His answering cock jerk was enough of a response for me. I hoped that he’d resume fucking me, but instead, he took one quick swipe of my pussy with his finger then licked it clean.
“Guess it is dessert time after all,” he said, giving me a wicked grin.
I narrowed my eyebrows, unsure of what he meant. That was until he picked me up off the desk and carried me to his office chair, where he sat down and brought me into his lap. Except instead of me riding him like you’d think he was planning, he turned me around, upside down. I had an incredible close-up view of his manhood, which was practically bobbing against my face, seeking entrance.
“Legs over my shoulders,” he ordered. He already started to position me the way he wanted, so it wasn’t like I could say no. “Look at this pretty fucking pussy.”
Any discomfort went out the window, and I took his cock in my mouth just as his tongue plunged into my folds.
Let’s just say it was a good thing I was a pretty dedicated yogi back in California. I had no idea you could sixty-nine that way. I was going be sore for days after, but it was so, so worth it.
Still, it was worth every single painful second when he triggered my orgasm with his tongue. The intensity of the pleasure had me frantic to give him his own. With my hand, I jerked him faster while I sucked his dick like my life depended on it.
It paid off when, seconds later he was spilling into my mouth, and I returned his earlier favor by sucking him dry until not a drop was left to swallowed.
With complete ease, Tucker gripped my hips and flipped me over, righting me on his lap. All the blood rushed to my head, making me feel woozy and lightheaded. Still, I couldn’t hide my grin.
“That. Was. Amazing,” I said through panted breaths.
“Fuck me,” Tucker muttered.
“Told you it was time for dessert,” I teased. When I looked into his eyes, my sweet, compassionate Tucker was back.
His hand came to the back of my head, where he gently caressed my scalp. “Jesus, Ava, I’ve never been like that. Never thought I would be like that.”
I grinned. “It’s fine. I loved every minute of it,” I reassured.
“I don’t know if I should be ashamed or fucking proud of myself. I’ve never been so damn aroused as I was seeing you there, naked on my desk, submissive and obeying my every order.”
I smirked. “I don’t know that I’d call it submissive,” I teased.
He gave me a droll smile. “You know what I mean. It’s just. Fuck, that was such a rush.”
“You should probably go ahead and get out a notebook. Write all of that down. Put it in your next book. The ladies will go crazy,” I offered, mentally patting myself on the back at the suggestion. Heck, I was on board with trying out all different kinds of sex acts in the name of research for his future novels.
He raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’re offering to stick around to help with all future choreography?”
At that point, Tucker and I still hadn’t talked about the future. We hadn’t discussed what would happen once filming was done. It was as if living in our little bubble was enough and we’d deal with the hard stuff later. I didn’t think that post-coital, while naked in his desk chair, was necessarily the place to discuss it. But, as Tucker’s heart beat against my chest, I couldn’t help but feel how right this was. How at home I was whenever I was with him.
I realized I was done with denying the truth. Done with the wondering, the waiting, the elephant hanging in the room. If I had my way, I was never letting Tucker go. And, well, if he didn’t like it, he’d have to deal with a naked me chained to his desk twenty-four-seven. Then again, if the semi-hard dick rising between his legs was any indication, he wouldn’t have a problem with that.
“Ava?”
His playful expression was gone, having been replaced with a nervous one. One I wanted to immediately dispel.
“Have I told you lucky I know I am?” he asked. He ran a hand through my hair before cupping my jaw. “Sometimes, it’s hard for me to believe you’re really here with me.”
“Well, you better believe it, because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?”
His expression was both earnest and hopeful. It was all I could do not to throw my arms around his neck and beg him to keep me forever.
I repositioned myself so I was straddling. Thank goodness he had an office chair worthy of sexual relations. I’d have to visit more often. I smiled when the tip of his cock nudged my entrance, not even needing either of our hands to guide it into place. Tucker groaned as I sunk down on him.
I put my hands on his cheeks. “Tucker, look at me.”
