Awakened (Steel Brothers Saga 16) - Page 35

“Mmm,” she says. “Eat me. Please.”

She doesn’t have to say please. I plan to feast on her. I grab my bulge and adjust it, hoping to ease its ache. It doesn’t work. How can I be ready again? So soon?

I tug on her labia with my lips and teeth, continue to fuck her with my tongue. Then back to her clit, urging her on with first soft nibbles and then a good sucking.

“God, Dale. I want to come. Make me come.”

I continue to eat her, loving every minute. She gyrates against me, grinding her pussy into my face, her wetness a nectar more appetizing than the finest Syrah.

“Please, Dale.”

I eat her harder, faster…

“Please. Your finger. I need your finger.”

Right. I’m so enthralled with her taste and texture I forgot to finger her. Shit. I know better. I slide one finger inside her, rubbing the anterior of her walls.

“God, yes.” She leans back until she’s lying on my desk. “Now suck on my clit. Hard.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ashley

The climax surrounds me with the dark red of Dale’s voice. He’s not speaking, but he’s growling low, vibrating against my flesh, and as he massages my G-spot and sucks on my clit, I sizzle all over. Syrah-colored flashes nearly blind me, take away my vision of all else in the room. Everything except Dale’s blond head between my legs as he gives me the most rapturous pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

Don’t end. Please. Don’t want it to end.

A dreamy haze envelops me, coils into me, breaking out emotions I swear I’ve never felt before. This is so beyond the physical. So beyond…

All thought ceases.

Only feeling. Only color. Only Dale.

Dale and me and the colors and sensations and feelings.

My orgasm slows.

No. Please. I force it further. I grab his head and pull him closer, closer, until I’m no doubt suffocating him. But still he licks, sucks, fingers.

And still, I come.

And come…

Words and sounds leave me, but I have no idea what they are. All my senses are tied up in this climax. This ultimate climax that has become a shade of red I can’t even describe.

And though I wish it could last forever…

It doesn’t.

I come down, and I’m sitting on the edge of Dale’s desk, his face between my legs. He’s no longer sucking me, but he slides his finger in and out slowly. So slowly, as he milks the last traces of orgasm out of me.

His chin and mouth are glistening, his green eyes clear and vibrant, and he meets my gaze. He doesn’t smile. Simply removes his finger from me and then he stands.

So much emotion. So much vibrant sensation.

And I have no idea what to say to him.

Sadly, I made a deal. I can get out of it on a technicality, of course. We didn’t actually make love. No cock in hole.

Except what I just experienced with Dale Steel was better than any sex I’ve had in my life. Like a hundred times better.

I bite my lower lip. I have to hold up my end of the bargain.

I’m leaving tomorrow. Going back to LA to enroll in a few courses to make up for the credit I’ll lose for the internship.

Dale pulls a red bandana out of his pocket and hands it to me. I take care of myself and then stand. The desk is wet, so I wipe it with the bandana and then hand it back to him.

He still hasn’t spoken.

I still haven’t spoken.

I’m not usually shy with words after being with a man. I’m usually full of compliments—whether or not they’re true—about how amazing he was, how good he made me feel.

Dale made me feel more pleasure than I’ve ever felt in my twenty-five years…yet I seem to have nothing to say to him.

Images, feelings, colors all swirl in my mind, but somehow I can’t form them into words to tell this man how much he moved me.

I adjust my tank top and cover my breasts. My shorts… Right. They’re in the hallway, where I first took them off. Do I say something?

Turns out I don’t have to. Dale leaves his office for a few seconds, returns with them, and hands them to me, still saying nothing.

I hastily put them on. Then he gives me my sandals. I slide into them.

We’re both fully dressed now, and we’re still acting as if nothing just happened between us. As if Dale Steel didn’t just give me the most amazing orgasm of my life. Did I do the same for him?

Guess I’ll never know.

Finally, I clear my throat. “I guess…we should get back.”

He inhales. Exhales. “I guess so.”

Okay, then.

I follow him out of the office and to the elevator. Next thing I know we’re in his truck. Still, silence looms between us.

A half hour later, he drives up to the main house. I get out of the truck, still nothing said. He drives away.

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