Wow. I’m really, really sensitive down there. With one more swift kiss, Axel said, “Stay right there.” He took my clutch from my hand and walked to the bed. He tossed the purse and his jacket there before coming back to me, walking swiftly and yanking his tie off with a fierce look like he wanted to eat me alive.

“God, you’re hot,” I said as he dropped to his knees in front of me, pulling one of my legs over his shoulder. He supported my ass with one hand and ran the other up and down the back of my thigh as he leaned in and brushed my clit with his tongue. This gorgeous man on his knees in a suit with his head under my skirt could have made me come on sight alone, but then his skilled tongue started lapping me hard and fast. “Ax. Oh my… oh, Ax. So sensitive.”

He growled as a rush of wetness met his mouth, and he buried his face in my smooth pussy, his tongue working overtime. I came quickly, my hands gripping his hair tightly as he fucked me with his velvet tongue. “Fuck, I could spend all night down here.”

“Cock,” I managed to pant, and he chuckled against me.

“You’ll get my cock, but I need you to come on my tongue again. I need to taste more of you.” He pushed two fingers into me, rapidly finding that most susceptible spot inside me as his wicked lips closed over my clit. He suckled it hard, his fingers pumping with crude abandon, bringing me to an even more intense orgasm than the first.

Then I was being yanked up his body, my legs wrapping automatically around him while his fingers remained inside my pussy as I clenched around them. I bit and sucked his neck, drawing loud groans from deep in his chest as my fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

“Need you, Ax,” I moaned against his hot flesh. He was already starting to perspire, and we had barely started. He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked one of them clean before putting the other one in my mouth. I licked myself from his finger and felt his dick twitch in response. Yep, my man was feeling especially dirty tonight.

Tossing me on the bed while somehow simultaneously pulling my dress over my head, he toed off his shoes as his fingers deftly finished with his shirt buttons. He ripped it off and then unbuckled and yanked his belt off with a loud snap. “Damn,” I muttered, and his eyes flashed to mine as he got rid of his pants and socks.

“What?” he asked gruffly when he pulled down his underwear and kicked them to the side, allowing his glorious cock to spring free. The tip of it was dripping with his arousal, and I had the urge to lick every bit of it.