Weakness flooded her, a sensual, heated rush of pleasure rocking through her body and sending flares of sensation tearing into erogenous zones that she hadn't known she possessed.
The feel of the silk bodice slipping over her hardened ni**les made pleasure steal her breath. They ached with the same white-hot need that possessed her clit, the core of her body.
She could feel the need tearing through her unlike anything she had felt before.
"You make me forget." The hard, hot growl followed by a sensual nip at her ear, as the cool air met the heated tips of her br**sts, forced a strangled cry to escape her lips.
She wanted his lips all over her body. She wanted his hands lower, touching her, stroking her.
Sliding her fingers beneath the edges of his jacket, Marty sought to find a way to the warmth of his flesh beneath. She needed his touch. She needed to touch.
"Sweet. Sweet Marty."
His hands gripped her waist, lifted her until she felt the cool wood of a desk against her thighs, as her fingers tore at the buttons of his shirt to reveal the hard, muscular contours of his chest.
This was what she wanted. What she needed. Her fingers curled against the light covering of rough curls on his chest, her nails raking through them as she felt his hand sliding up her side to the curve of her breast.
"I need you," she whispered, as he pulled her closer, stepped between her thighs, and bent over her until Marty felt the desk meeting her back.
There was no time to think about where they were. They could be caught. Anyone could walk in on them.
Then his head was lowering.
Marty reached up, her fingers going to the leather tie that held back the long, coarse strands of black hair at his neck. When she loosened it, his hair fell around her fingers as his lips smoothed over the rise of her breast, his tongue licking, tasting her flesh, going ever closer to the aching peak of a breast.
Her fingers speared into his hair, her head tipped back farther, pleasure whirled through her system as her knees gripped his hips, her pu**y cushioning the hard ridge of his c**k beneath his slacks.
Shifting her h*ps beneath him, Marty felt the thick press of his erection as he thrust against her. His lips parted, his tongue licking over her nipple before drawing it into the heated dampness of his mouth.
The stroke of his tongue, the flex and suction of his mouth over the ultrasensitive tip, made her hands clench his hair tighter, holding him to her as she arched closer to the flick of his tongue over the heated tip.
The pleasure was torturous. She felt a searing sense of complete abandonment in his arms. Control had no meaning. Common sense had been lost long ago. There was just this, this man, this moment, this fantasy she had never been able to let go of.
"Do you know what you do to me?" The rough caress of his voice stole through her senses as her lashes lifted to stare into the black heat of his eyes.
"I know what you do to me." She fought to breathe through the pleasure, through the sensations tearing through her as he brushed his jaw over her nipple, the light stubble on his flesh abrading with sensual roughness.
Staring back at him, Marty fought to hold on to her senses as she felt his palm sliding along her leg to her thigh. The feel of his calloused fingertips was a sensual rasp of exquisite pleasure.
"Khalid," she panted his name, fought to still the trembling of her body as he leaned back enough to watch the progress of his fingers.
"Do you know how long I've wanted you?" His voice was dark, hungry. "Far longer than I should have, Marty. Far longer than I thought possible to want one woman."
Moistening her lips with her tongue, she drew in a hard, deep breath as those adventurous fingers moved along the elastic of the silk panties at her thigh.
"I should stop." The expression on his face, the dark hunger in his eyes weren't that of a man intent on stopping.
The fingers dipping beneath the elastic leg band of her panties definitely weren't those of a man intending to stop. Marty all but held her breath as those knowing, wicked fingers began to play seductively beneath the silk.
They parted the silken folds of flesh and his eyes locked with hers as she caught her breath at the feel of his fingers gliding through the satiny, slick dampness gathered there.
Lips parted, a cry trapped in her throat, Marty could do nothing but whimper as those diabolical fingers slid upward to circle the tender, straining nub of her cl*t and torture it further.
"All I can think about is f**king you." His voice was a harsh rasp of hunger that had her womb clenching in demand. "Day and night, for years, the hunger for it has tormented me."
She bit her lip, whimpering little moans leaving her throat as his head lowered, his lips finding a tender nipple and sucking it inside as his free hand began to push her dress higher up her thighs.
"Tasting you." He breathed against her breast as his head began to move lower down her body. "I need to taste you, Marty."
Marty stared unseeingly up at the ceiling as she felt her panties being pulled to the side, and a second later she felt the heated rasp of a hungry tongue as it licked up the slit of her pu**y.
Pulses of brutal pleasure raced through her, flinching through her body as his tongue worked to her clit, circled it, and sipped at it before moving lower again.
She wanted to scream out at the sensations tearing through her. The desperate ache that resulted from each lick was torture. An agony of sensation washed through her body as his tongue flickered and licked, driving her crazy with the need for more.
Khalid ate the tender flesh like a connoisseur tasting nectar. A little groan vibrated against the tender bud, nearly sending her senses exploding in sensation before his lips moved again. His tongue licked lower, rimmed the clenched opening, then with a hot, wicked glide of his tongue, slid inside the clenched, ultrasensitive opening in a smooth, white-hot thrust.
Marty's feet pressed into the edge of the desk, her h*ps rising in a desperate jerk as her hands clenched in his hair to hold him to her.
She couldn't hold back the cry that tore from her throat, just as she couldn't stop the heated rush of her response from spilling to his tongue.
Knowing, hungry thrusts of his tongue had her reaching desperately for an orgasm he held just out of reach as his hands clenched her rear, lifting her closer to him.
Marty felt lost, suspended between pleasure and torture as sensation after sensation attacked her nerve endings. Heat blazed through her body, tore through her mind. The feel of his tongue f**king her drove her to a precipice she hadn't known existed as she fought to find release.