...Delia cradled his head to her chest, and he took his time laving her, teasing her other nipple with nipping bites before soothing it with slow flicks of his tongue. Just as slowly, his hand slid inside the damp heat of her panties and her hips shot out of the seat. She was so ready to come as his fingers searched through the curls at the top of her thighs, delving into the wet folds there until he found the center of her pleasure. Delia pushed her pussy farther into his hand as he began to gently tease the throbbing nub of her clit. He built the unrelenting throb there like he was stoking a roaring fire, and she knew that soon the flames of her desire would consume her. Her hips undulated with the rhythm of his fingers and release was coming. She was ready…
Delia was beyond words when he stopped. He pulled his hand free of her pajamas, his mouth leaving her breast. What was this? He wasn’t just playing with her, was he?
With his fingers, he smeared her own juices across her lips. Her own private scent filled her awareness.
“How sweet do you taste, Delia?”
She didn’t have time to answer. His mouth claimed hers again and he groaned low in his throat as he licked at her lips, stroking his mouth over hers.
“I want more,” he whispered into her mouth.
Without warning, he moved off the seat, turning her so that he was kneeling before her. With his hands, he pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off in a single swift motion that caused her bedroom slippers to fall lightly to the floor. The leather of his jacket felt cool against the back of her thighs, her calves, as he hooked her legs over his shoulders.
Oh, yes. She wanted his mouth.
Tony leaned forward and nuzzled against the dark red curls covering her mound. When he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, her orgasm claimed her with blistering intensity. Her high cry rose from her lips before she could prevent it as the climax made her body pulse and shake. Her hands gripped the table before her and the back of the seat until her knuckles were white as she rode out the furious storm of sensation. All the while Tony kept his tongue on her clit, barely moving, but just enough to push her release to an impossible fever pitch. With his strong hands he held her thighs apart, leaving her vulnerable to whatever he wanted.
When the spasms finally began to ease and slow, he stopped to smile at her seductively.
“Can I get started now?” he whispered.
Oh yeah. She was going to die from sheer pleasure.
With his tongue, he began to stroke along the soft folds of pussy. Now his face was buried between her legs doing wicked and wonderful things to her. Her relief was short-lived as he slowly began to build the powerful sensations within her again, only now it made her want more. She wanted his cock now, wanted him to fill her. Delia wanted him to fuck her for hours, until she thought she’d never be free of him.
Instead he was slowly torturing her. Delia speared her fingers into his dark hair and held on, listening to the wet lapping sounds as his busy mouth tasted and tormented her. The mind-blowing pleasure of his long tongue as it began to dive into her opening, fucking her like a cock, nearly pushed her over the edge again.
That’s when she spotted the man watching them through the window of the door right in front of them. Her heart nearly stopped before panic sent her into frantic motion.
“Is it an employee?” he asked, his voice muffled against her pussy.
What kind of question was that? Delia fought him, but desire and his strong hands kept her right where she was with her thighs spread and his head between them.
The man peering into the window wasn’t wearing a uniform. His eyes met with hers and again a wave of panic washed over her.
“Is it an employee? Man or woman?”
Tony continued to tongue-fuck her and the man in the window continued to watch him do it. Delia could have reclined in the seat so she couldn’t see the voyeur, but realized that it excited her he was watching. It pushed her even closer to another orgasm that was promising to be more powerful than the first...