“Do you know how bad it’s been for me, huh?” he growled. “Being around you at the office, you wearing those tight little skirts that made me want to bite my way up your perfect thighs and then sink my face between your legs until you screamed for it. And your fucking arse, Alexis — Jesus Christ, half the time I’m walking around with a semi just at the sight of it.”

“Shut up,” I gasped.

Don’t shut up.

He was making his way down my body, licking and kissing the soft part of my stomach until he reached the hem of my sleep shorts. He paused, nuzzling my belly, face pressed to my skin as he let out a long exhalation.

“I adore your body,” he breathed, almost like he was in pain. “I’ve been dying for this.”

Whoa, it wasn’t like I’d had a small amount of sex in my life, but this was definitely the most intensity I’d ever felt from a man. It was probably because I was reflecting that exact intensity back at him.

His fingers teased at the elastic, inching it down bit by bit until he was pulling the sleep shorts clean off and I was left in nothing but my black knickers.

King stared down at me, breathing heavily as I lay there watching him, enraptured.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. And then he pressed his face to my vagina, mouthing it through the fabric and miraculously finding my clit. He sucked it into his mouth, dampening the material and sending me to the edge of desperation. I needed my knickers gone. Now.

A second later they were; King pulled them off smoothly before returning his attention to my sex. I could practically feel myself pulsing with anticipation as his hot breath warmed my skin and his eyes devoured every inch of me.

“So pretty,” he whispered, and then leaned forward to give me the lightest of licks. I shuddered, so turned on he could have kept doing only this and I’d have come within moments. He didn’t keep doing it, though. Only a second passed before a wave of fierce need overcame him and his mouth was sucking hard, his tongue licking fast and his fingers trailing up my inner thighs. One hand found my entrance, a finger slowly dipping inside and a feral growl erupting from him as he did so. I fisted my hands in the sheets, pleasure filling my every pore as I felt him devour me. Own me.

Stu had been good at going downtown, but nothing like this. King possessed skill, yes, but it was the intensity with which he wanted me that made it so much better. It was royalty-level cunnilingus, and I momentarily wondered if any man who came after King would ever be good enough.

And honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted any other man after King. I was bewitched by him, enamoured. The concept should have sobered me, put a dampener on what we were doing, but it didn’t. It only made me want him more. I wanted him to consume me; I wanted to consume him before life got in the way and ruined it for both of us.

This might be our only chance to forget about everything and just lose ourselves in the moment.

King levelled his eyes on me, his expression dark and sexual as he licked right up my slit, slow and hard - purposeful. My entire body shook, and the orgasm that had been quickly building hit me suddenly. Warm goose bumps spread across my skin, and my hands went instinctively to his hair and then his face, marvelling at him in wonder.

“You…I…we….” I mumbled incoherently, not even sure what I meant to say to him. There were no words to describe what he’d just done to me, what he’d just made me feel. I felt sated, but somehow even emptier. His mouth was all well and good, but it didn’t satisfy the deep need I had for his cock. He climbed up the bed until his hands were braced on either side of my head.

He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes travelling back and forth between mine as he swiped his thump across my bottom lip. His voice was husky when he spoke. “The way you come is fucking devastating.”

The way he spoke was fucking devastating. My eyes flicked down, taking in the sight of his erection standing to attention beneath his trousers.

I tugged on the belt and whispered, “Take these off.”

One end of his lips rose in a smirk, and he leaned in to press a quick kiss to my lips. I could taste myself on him, something that had never particularly appealed to me before, but with King I wanted it. Some primal inner part of me wanted to leave my mark all over him.

“What’s the magic word?” he asked playfully.

God, he was gorgeous all sex-mussed and turned on. His light eyes seemed even brighter.

“Please,” I moaned with no inhibitions whatsoever.

“That’s better,” he purred, and sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “You need me inside you, love?” He was whispering now.

“Yes,” I whimpered, nuzzling my face into his neck, loving how he smelled.

“What way do you want me?”

I didn’t even need to think about it. I knew exactly how I wanted him because I’d fantasised about it many a time during quiet periods at the office. A wave of shyness came over me suddenly, and I hesitated to tell him.

“No, no, no,” he chided me, still whispering. “There’s no room for embarrassment here. You’ve thought about this. I know you have. Describe to me how you imagined it.”

Oh, God.

Finally, I spoke. “We’re in your bathroom, at the office. You corner me on the couch and flip me over onto my stomach.”

King’s eyes sparkled at my description and his hands went to my hips, one arm around my stomach. “Like this?” he asked, voice low, and then flipped me onto my belly.

“Yeah, just like that,” I moaned as I felt him press his cock into my arse, his breath hot and heavy on the back of my neck.

“What next?” he urged.

“You’re hard. You undo your belt buckle and pull down your fly, then you push my skirt up my hips and shove my knickers to the side. You touch me, feel how wet I am.” He moved as I spoke, hands completing the description I was giving him until his fly was open and his fingers were running over my folds, caressing them.

“You pull me up onto my knees.”

He gripped my hips, lifting me to all fours.

“Then you pull yourself from your pants, and you run your erection over my arse before sliding it lightly over my vagina. You tease me with it, find my entrance, and push in just a little, torturing me until I’m begging for it.”

I had to give it to him, King took direction just perfectly. His cock was free now, sliding inside me the tiniest bit before pulling back out. Sensation filled my entire body at the barest connection. His hand went to my neck, gripping it as he growled in my ear.

“I think this is your cue to beg, love.”

“Please,” I moaned.

“Not good enough.”

“I need you, please, I’m begging.”

“Almost there.”

My voice grew strained and demanding. I didn’t want to play anymore; I just wanted him inside. “Oliver, fuck me, please. I want to feel all of you,” I cried out.

“That’s better,” he purred, his voice laced with deep male satisfaction as I heard him pull something from his pants pocket. There was the brief sound of foil tearing before he positioned his cock, then drove it inside me, hard and so deliciously deep. I felt myself pulsate around him, like my body was thanking him for finally giving it what it needed. We went still, and I felt his mouth move over my shoulder blade before his face sank into my hair.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned.

“Oliver, I need….”

“Hush, I know, darling, I know.”

He rose up again, hands finding my arse and squeezing. He growled and gave one cheek a light slap before grabbing my hips and gripping them tight. My fingers dug into the pillows as I held myself up even though my body just wanted to go limp. Everything just felt too good, and my muscles had turned to jelly. King pushed back into me, in and out deliciously slow. Then his movements sped up, and I swear I lost the ability to think. I’d never felt anything so heavenly in my entire life. My little breaths and moans filled the room; I was unable to hold anything back. King delighted in my sounds, murmuring worshipfully how much he loved them, how much he loved my body, my pussy, how perfectly we fit.