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“I had no intention of entering you,” he said against her breast, dropping the skirt of her dress. “I only intended to touch you with my hands and mouth.”

Then, he knelt and pressed his face against her hip bone while wrapping his arms around her legs to bring her closer.

“I am not good with apologies. I only intended to gift rather than take.” He turned his head up to her with a sincere look. “I wish to erase what happened with my own touch.”

“You have already done that.”

Valerie bit the inside of her cheek. She wasn’t completely averse to him touching her with his hands.

“Are you sure?” he asked again with such a disappointed tone, it was almost cute. He buried his face against her pubic mound, rubbing his cheek against it like he wished to pet it. “I wish to make you feel good.”

That’s when Valerie understood what game he was playing at. He wanted her to say that she’d been grabbed simply so he could remove that touch with his mouth as well.

“I am sure.”

She wouldn’t admit to something like that, not for any reason.

Instead, she lifted her skirt until it reached her knees. He must have understood what she meant with her actions, because he gave her a grin, his tongue coming out to dabble at the seam of his lips.

Valerie rested back against the writing desk to perch herself better. Geryon was the one to lift her leg so that her foot was placed on the chair in front of it.

“I cannot wait to taste you.” He pushed her skirt up further and began to lay slow, wet kisses against her raised thigh. “I have been wanting to since the moment I first touched you.”

She watched him nestle in closer between her legs. His movements were jerkier, like he was vibrating with excitement when only a moment before, he’d been careful.

When his head disappeared beneath the crumpled layers of her dress gathered around her hips, she didn’t know where she would first feel his lips. Her mound, her clit, even the crook of her thigh?

His tongue dipped inside her entrance, spreading her with it. Her core contracted as she let out a gasp, not expecting him to go right for the honey pot on the first move.

A rich and loud groan left him as he retracted his tongue so he could swipe it up her folds in a long, deep stroke. She felt the pant of his breath against the sensitive apex of her clit. It forced her to answer it with one of her own.

He wrapped his hands around each leg before he gave her another one of those clit-tingling strokes. Her thighs twitched as the flat plane of his tongue ran over the hard bud, making her breath catch. Then, he began to lash at it, twisting his head in different directions to see which way she preferred it.

Dear heavens, his tongue feels delectably sinful.Valerie’s head fell forward when he started to swirl it around.

Leaning one hand behind her on the table, the other pet her own breasts, her nipples aching for attention. She was surprised by how hard she found them, wishing she could touch them directly.

Her mouth fell open on a hidden moan when he sucked on her clit. Then, he swirled his tongue only to suck again, and an actual moan broke.

“More,” he demanded before the movements of his mouth became rougher.

He lowered his head to twirl his tongue at the entrance of her pussy, and her hands flew down to grab at the back of his head through her skirt. A flush of arousal hit her, sending a wave of heat through her body all the way to her empty core.

“You got wetter,” he told her before he slipped his tongue inside as far as he could. She felt his words hit her tender flesh when he said, while licking at his own lips, “You taste so fucking good.”

Another rush came, and he began to prod her with it. Her breath hitched, a moan caught on a breath going in rather than coming out.

I am so close.She was at a point where she was standing right on the cliff of bliss, and just needed an extra push to go crashing into the waves.

She didn’t know when she started rocking her hips back and forth, trying to get him to go deeper, faster, anything to make her fall. Her head fell back, and she found she couldn’t lift it anymore.

Not when she was concentrating on his wicked mouth, trying not to cry out. She was subtly grinding against his face while pushing his head firmly against her. She bucked harder.

His movements became more erratic underneath her skirt, his mouth darting up and down. His teeth joined the foray to nip at the lips of her labia before he lashed at her folds. He played there, making the muscles in her thighs twitch, her leg bouncing on the chair.

Then, he sucked her clit while tonguing it with snorted groan, and Valerie came undone. Her eyes snapped open. Her mouth fell wide as she tried to concentrate on breathing through her orgasm. Valerie could feel her core quivering around nothing, could feel that she grew damper in a scorching rush.

Geryon lapped it up. He shook his head like that would spur her to give him more, his tongue and mouth slurping.