Page 84 of Savage Don

I look up at her from between her thighs. “I want to hear you.”

Her lips part. Before she can answer, I lick her again, firmer this time, my tongue dragging through her wetness before finding her clit.

She cries out softly.

I hold her thighs open and suck her clit into my mouth.

Her back arches. “Nikolai⁠—”

I do it again. She stops speaking. Good.

I don’t want sentences from her now. I want sounds. I want her hips lifting toward my mouth. I want her hands in my hair and her thighs shaking against my shoulders.

She gives me all of it.

I lick and suck until she’s panting, until her body keeps chasing my mouth even when she tries to hold still. She tastes warm and slick and sweet, and the more she trembles, the more I want. I slide two fingers through her wetness, teasing her opening, and she makes a desperate little sound.

Then I push one finger inside her.

She tightens around me instantly. I groan against her clit. Her head falls back.

I work my finger in slowly, feeling how wet she is, how tight, how badly she wants this. When I add another, she grabs my hair and moans my name like she is angry at me for making her feel it.

I keep my mouth on her clit.

I fuck her with my fingers slowly at first, then deeper when her hips start moving with me. Her thighs shake harder. Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, nipples still wet from my mouth, and the sight of her like that almost makes me stand up, turn her over the desk, and take what my body is demanding.

But not yet.

First, I want her to come on my tongue. I curl my fingers inside her. I do it again, watching her face. Her mouth opens.

No sound comes out at first.

Then she whimpers, low and helpless, and her hips lift against my hand.

I suck her clit harder.

Her fingers tighten in my hair. “I’m close,” she breathes.

I keep licking her, sucking her, fingers moving inside her exactly where she needs them, until her body starts to tighten around me.

“That’s it,” I say against her pussy. “Come.”

She breaks.

Her orgasm hits hard, her whole body locking before it shudders apart. She cries out, hips jerking against my mouth, pussy clenching around my fingers while I keep my tongue on her clit and take every second of it from her.

She shakes through it. “Nikolai,” she gasps. “Please.”

Only then do I stop.

I rise slowly, wiping my mouth with my thumb. Her eyes follow the movement, dazed and dark. She’s still trembling on my desk, breasts bare, cheeks flushed, legs open, and if I stay between her thighs much longer, I won’t stop with my mouth.

I step close and kiss her.

She tastes herself on me and makes a soft, embarrassed sound, but she still kisses back, her hands sliding into my jacket as if she needs something to hold.

I press her back against the desk and let her feel exactly what she has done to me. She breathes in as my erection presses against her bare thigh.