I lower the fabric of her bra so that I can take that hard tip of her nipple into my mouth and suck her, suck her like I need to. “Tell me you remember this, baby,” I croon, unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. High on the act of giving her pleasure alone. I circle it, watching the pleasure take her over-and I’m high on it. I suck her into my mouth then, fabric and all, and find her nub with my thumb. I move my mouth downward, to her nipple, and circle the tip with my tongue over the silk of her bra, marking the spot wetly. She inhales and moves her hips to my finger. “Do you remember this?” I kiss the top swell of her breast. I coast my breath over the swell of her breast, the move designed to break her defenses, make her mine again. I use my free hand to undo the top buttons of the silk blouse she’s wearing under her jacket, part it open, and I duck my head. Her eyes drift shut as she fights this, fights me. “Do you remember?” I press, doing nothing but touching her between her legs, watching her pant as I slide my finger in and almost out, deeper in and almost out. So wet she’s soaking me down to the base of my finger.

I insert one finger into her opening, seeking her depths. I lean over, my forehead touching hers, my eyes fixed on hers as I pull down her panties until they fall at her ankles. I push up her skirt and look at her-swollen and wet, her panties tight over her sex, the fabric damp, and my eyes fucking hurt. The need to feel her around me, to be inside her, make love to her, fuck this need inside of her simmers in my veins.

I find her wet for me-ready for me-and I feel my heartbeat accelerate. “Do you remember this?” I ease my hand between her thighs, under her skirt, and caress her over her panties. My own eyes feel heavy but I can’t take them away from her, from this girl-this woman, this lady. “What do you remember, Charlotte?” My voice has thickened. I undo the next two buttons and spread her jacket open. “I remember,” she says, swallowing thickly.

One flick of her eyes in that direction makes her notice. My own lungs feel constricted in my chest, and my cock is swelled to maximum capacity. I pluck open the top button of her jacket.Īt this point she’s panting visibly.

Commander in chief by katy evans