It wasn’t a question, so much as it was a declarative, and she bit her lip to prevent the low moan mounting in the back of her throat. She breathed deeply and opened her legs revealing the entrance to her feminine center. Victoria closed her eyes and tilted her head back to receive him. His tongue said everything that his words could not. Her deep breathing soon became quick pants as the tip of his tongue parted her folds and flicked against her sensitive clit. Upon the first intimate contact with his mouth, she squeezed her eyes shut and arched away from her chair, meeting him halfway.

He gripped her closer to his face, pulling her hips forward and working his tongue past her inner lips, laving the hot flesh at her center. The careful ministrations he gave drove her so delirious she rocked her hips to match the rhythm of his mouth. She wanted to moan so badly, wanted to express the full pleasure she was receiving at John’s hands—no, mouth. Victoria was on the verge of tears. Her hands found the top of his head, shoving her fingers though his ponytail, pulling him closer. His tongue swiped up and down, over her opening and over her clit, at a feverish speed. His beard offered a different, even more beautiful pleasure as it scratched against her thighs. Victoria panted through each wave of sensation and resisted the urge to cry out and close her thighs around his head.

But when he took one hand away from her hips and slipped a finger inside her, she lurched forward and bit her lips. A long finger curved along her walls, stroking at the same pace as his tongue, pushing her towards the edge. “Johnny,” her hoarse whisper broke the silence. “Oh god...”

John didn’t stop at her interjection. In fact, he took that as instruction to move faster and added another finger to the equation. His tongue worked a figure-8 and wouldn’t finish until he got the signal. His two fingers filled and stretched her, making her beg for more. Her wordless imploring for a release took the form of soft moans and gasps that shook her body. When she opened her eyes and looked down at John, she gasped at the sight.

A dressed-up man licked and sucked her like she was the last woman on earth, like her body offered the last drink of water. It was enough to knock her off the edge. One hand clutched an armrest while the other grasped the back of his head, as she lost her mind in her office chair. Around his fingers, her walls spasmed and jerked. Victoria’s thighs squeezed together as she hunched over and hissed her orgasm as quietly as she could. Tears sprang to her eyes as her body quaked to the last licks John gave her.