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His suit was getting messy.
It was always that damn suit.
Crisp, white, overlayed with a dark leather jacket. Zeno always held that air about him: suave, sophisticated, high-class. It was in every way he moved, every word he spoke.
Except when he was between your legs devouring you like an animal.
Like now.
You gasped as his tongue flicked at your clit. His warm breath fanned across your thighs. Nails bit into your skin, holding tight to keep you still. He buried himself closer, his long nose pressing against the soft pubic mound of your flesh. Your head rolled back, mouth falling open as soft whimpers spilled from your lips. Every flick of his tongue felt like heaven on earth. The obscene, wet sounds of his mouth and tongue filled the small space between you two. Another low whine escaped in a breathless gasp, heart thundering like a wild drum against your ribcage.
He laughed darkly, a low chuckle deep in his throat. Something wicked and purely unholy that made you tremble with fear and pleasure. Excitement tickled up the back of your spine, spider-walking like a lovers fingers trailing pictures written in your skin. Zeno’s fingertips tightened as he adjusted your legs over his shoulders, sliding against the smooth leather at the back of your knees. His teeth nipped at your clit. The sudden sharp mix of pain and ecstasy made you gasp, a heavy breath flying out of your mouth.
“Ssh, darling,” he cooed, like a dark lover. “Be still while I make you feel paradise.”
You nodded, a soft whimper. Lying back against the table, you squeezed your eyes shut. His tongue continue its rapid flicking against your clit, sending lightning-bolt like shocks all around your body, down your thighs and pooling into your core. Explosions of color blinded you behind your eyelids; your fingers tightened around the edge of the desk until they blanched white.
It was only when his lips formed around the small bud of your clit did you groan.
“F – fuck,” you gasped as another delicious wave of pleasure washed over you. A tidal wave, a storm, of indescribable ecstasy that could only be understood by experience. His mouth worked your clit like he was made for it, worshipping you like a goddess. The strong scent of his cologne, something spicy and musky and woods, invaded your nose.
“That’s it,” he whispered in between gentle licks of your clit. “Just relax, darling.” As he spoke, two of his fingers probed your slick entrance, sliding in between the folds. He didn’t bother to take off his gloves. The cold leather pressed against your cunt, massaging the spongy folds.
Another sharp gasp escaped your lips as he curled his fingers upwards until they found that spot, the very spot capable of making you see stars. Each stroke of his fingers made your thighs tremble, and his tongue and mouth resumed their licking and sucking. He was driving you mad, bringing you closer to the edge with every stroke and every lap of his tongue. Your breathing hitched, becoming ragged and uneven in your chest. Your lungs were on fire, burning and burning until you though you might explode like a dying star.
Zeno only continued, showing no mercy. That was not the kind of man he was. His fingers fucked you wildly, thrusting in and out of your sopping wet cunt. Your thighs trembled and shook, soft gasps and moans now spilling from you out of your control. Your hands on the desk flew forward into his white hair, grasping for purchase, mussing up the smooth locks slicked back by oil and gel, but you couldn’t help yourself. You arched further into him, squeezing your thighs around his face. Perhaps he might suffocate, but you knew he’d die a happy man.
The suction of his mouth in tandem with his tongue only brought you higher. Higher and higher to an ecstasy you couldn’t describe. Legs shaking, chest rising and falling, sweat beading down your brow and matting your hair down. You trembled wildly, bucking your hips now into his mouth, searching desperately for release. Zeno didn’t let up, didn’t stop – and as he flicked his tongue once more against your clit, you came.
A low scream tore from your mouth. White-hot and blinding as your entire body filled with your orgasm, a contraction of muscles and pleasure as your body was pushed over the edge. His leather-clad fingers only continued their machinations. His tongue refused it’s stopping. He brought you to the edge of insanity and paradise all in one – a tornado of excitement and lust melding together as one. And when it was over, when your legs finally slumped against his shoulders and you collapsed against the desk, only then did you take a breath.
He let up, finally, pulling away and gazing at you over the rim of his sunglasses, golden eyes peering so harshly that you swore he could see right down into your soul. He rose up a little bit, his white hair tousled, lips coated in your slick. The corners of his mouth turned upwards.
“Now,” he said, sliding his fingers out of your cunt. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Experiencing such a divine pleasure at the work of my lips?”
You shook your head, but words were lodged in your throat. You couldn’t speak, nonetheless think. Another low chuckle escaped his lips as he raised his gloved hands to his face. The two fingers that had been inside of you were shining with juices, stringing together when he splayed his fingers apart. But he only chuckled as he slipped the glove off and put in his coat pocket.
“A souvenir for later,” he said, gold eyes flicking once more to you. “So I can always smell you wherever I go. And, my dear, when I return, I plan to devour every inch of your divine being once more.”