Chapter １２７

“Oh.” Unexpectedly, tears burned my eyes, but he was already kissing me again, so I closed my eyes.

His body trembled against mine and he broke away, kissing my neck and stroking my ribs as if he could grasp me in his fists. My fingers entwined in his thick, black hair as he kneeled before me.

Again, I wore a wool skirt without pants. I was so his that I don't remember. I wanted his touch so much that I seldom wore jeans. Luke delicately touched the backs of my thighs, and I moved it aside, hesitant to investigate it.

Slowly, he pulled my skirt hem and kissed my mound, letting it fall over his head while he massaged my ass cheeks. Sex, thrusting rhythm. I groaned as his tongue delved into my thighs, hot and moist on my clit. He pressed his tongue over my clit, crushed between my clenched legs, till my knees buckled and I parted for him.

My hips pushed me against his desk, so he raised me to the edge. My wet pussy quivered as he opened my thighs to the chilly air.