Page 37 of A SEAL's Heart
My heart races as he kneels in front of me. No one has ever gagged me before. Then again, I’ve never had a man go down on my in my consult room before.
The naughtiness of it makes my heart thump in my chest and spurs on my desire.
My skirt has fallen to my thighs, and Ed drags it up my legs again. He nudges my thighs apart and lifts one of my legs to drop it over his shoulder. I’m wide open and vulnerable, and it’s thrilling. Ed’s eyes remain on mine as he buries his face between my legs.
I moan, and it comes out muffled by the gag. His tongue slowly licks me, and I grab the edges of the table.
Ed kisses and sucks at my most intimate places, driving me wild. His tongue lazily explores every crevice, and his warm breath tickles my innermost places.
The gag silences my moans, and the constraint pushes my desire to new heights. His slow-moving tongue draws out the pleasure until I can’t stand it anymore.
I grab the back of his head and pull him toward me, chasing my release. Keeping a relentlessly slow pace, Ed pulls me over the edge. I thrash my legs and try to scream, but only muffled grunts escape me. I’m an animal giving in to my most carnal desires.
I grip the desk until my knuckles turn white, trying to anchor myself as wave after wave of sensation washes over me.
My body shimmers out the last of my release, but Ed isn’t done with me yet. He pushes his mouth against me and starts up again, relentlessly pursing my next orgasm.
It’s only after I’ve come four times that he slides out from between my thighs. He undoes the gag and slips the silk scarf out of my mouth.
I stare up at him, panting and exhausted. There’s a box of tissues on my desk, and he takes a handful and gently wipes my sticky inner thighs.
He picks my panties up off the floor, and I expect him to hand them over or put them back on himself. Instead, he gives me a wicked grin as he stuffs them in his pocket.
I raise my eyebrows. “Am I supposed to go the rest of the day with no panties?”
Ed closes his eyes and groans, and I notice the hard-on sticking out of his pants. I bite my bottom lip, loving that I have that effect on him. Ed makes me feel wild and sexy and confident.
I brush my hand against the bulge in his jeans. “Your time’s up Mr. Turner.” I give his package a squeeze, and he moans. “But maybe I can see you later for more tongue exercise practice?”
Ed chuckles and glances up at the clock on the wall. We’ve run out of time, and we both know we can’t stay in the consult room any longer than his appointment time.
He shakes his head slightly, then takes my cheeks in both his hands. He kisses me on the lips, and I taste my own musty tang.
“I’ll see you tonight?” My voice wavers at the question, and I hate that I sound needy. But darn it, I need the things Ed is doing to me. I need the release.
He nods once and then slips out the door.
I lean back on my desk, breathing hard. I can’t believe what we just did in my consult room, but I don’t regret a thing.
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Ipour a stream of water onto the base of the peace lily. The first bud has opened, and I turn the plant ninety degrees away so that when the sun rises tomorrow morning, it’s not directly on the bud. I moved the plant upstairs to be close to me, and it sits on a table by the window.
I take a cloth and place each leaf on my palm and run the cloth over it, removing any dust.
All the while my tongue moves from side to side, doing the exercises Avery gave me this week. It’s been a few days since our encounter in her consulting room, and I can still taste her in my mouth. The recollection makes me smile, and my dick stirs to life.
Guilt gnaws at my stomach. It was a reckless thing to do, and I could have gotten her fired. But we didn’t get caught, and I can’t regret a single moment.
Fuck, I’ve never been so turned on by a woman. Since the session in the consulting room, she’s come around twice to help me sort through the last of Jake’s things. We have gotten little sorting done.
Our bodies meld together like nothing I’ve experienced before. And as soon as we’re done, I want more.
Avery couldn’t come around tonight because she’s babysitting for Paige, and I miss her. I miss her in my bed, is what I tell myself. But damned if my heart doesn’t miss her too.
A flashing light gets my attention, and I pull back the curtain to peer outside. It’s almost midnight, and the street is quiet. The only light is the flashing of a phone flashlight coming from Avery’s room.
