“Nate, what’re you doing?” I ask nervously, my nerves heightened, blazing under his touch.

He doesn’t answer but from the corner of my eyes I see him slump to his knees behind me.  He hisses loudly and as I turn around to catch a glimpse of him, he buries his face in the apex of pants, groping my ass. My head swirls with his sudden touch and I let out a long gasp, thrusting my hips into his face. Starting from my hips, his mouth traces every curve of my body  through the thin fabric of my pants. I writhe and gasp, basking in the pleasure of his greedy mouth and yet longing for the touch of his tongue on my naked skin.

“Nate,” I beg, using my hands to clutch a handful of his hair, thrusting his face deeper into my rear end. “I need your tongue, right there.” I order.

He laughs and the sound of it booms within the four walls. Sniffing, he runs his neck all along my backside. “As you wish, My Lady. Your wish has always been my command. And this is just the beginning.”

My head snaps to him, trying to piece together the meaning behind his words. “I..I…what are you talking about?”

He laughs again and the rumble of his laughter causes delirious tremors to race along my spine. “I remember every one of our conversations, Sara. How can I possibly forget about your fantasy of getting some action in the elevator? So yeah, this will be hell of an orgasm for you. Brace yourself for it.”

“Nate.” I moan out loud and he wastes no time in unbuttoning my pants and pushing them all the way down to my knees.

“Fuck,” I scream.

 He kisses the inside of my thighs, his lips nipping at my panty-line. “That’s exactly what I plan on doing.” I roll my hips onto his face, urging him to make contact with my aroused clit.

“Impatient as always.” He snickers, peppering more kisses along the edges of my panties. “But this time around, I can’t take my sweet time with you. I just have three minutes.”

He uses his mouth to shove my panties to the side and with that even my doubts about him orchestrating this setup is also shoved aside. It’s not important now. His tongue plunging into my sex is my primary want.

It feels like he actually listened to my inner thoughts. Just the very next moment, it’s his tongue grazing my slit from below. His thumb is pressed on my throbbing clit, applying the right amount of pressure and his face is lost between my thighs, nipping at the sensitive bundles of my pussy and lapping at my juices.