#POLITE KING !!!!!! LKJSLKDFJSDF

[estherkleins]

Este feels a whole-body shiver cross over her, muscles contracting and flexing when Carter drags his tongue along her clit one last time.

Fuck. Fuck.

She can't think of a time every nerve of hers had thrummed like this— had practically sang, humming, trembling like the chord of a harp. The pleasure, the stimulation choked out every thought.

Except for ones of Carter. His tongue-lips-eyes. His hands, kneading into flesh and muscle gently.

He deems her a dream.

There's something to be said about the way her eyes go heavy- lidded, sultry, when she watches him press against the arch of her foot.

Good God. She hadn't even known how ... attractive, something like that could be to her.

Carter must be revolutionary.

'Wanna fuck?'

Este needs to find out just how revolutionary.

'Or we can fool around some more. I don't have another meeting until ten. Bet I could make you come again.'

It takes a moment, for Este to fold and straighten her limbs— pressing her foot against his bulge again, for good measure — but she manages to sit up, every so slightly.

"You know— I kept wondering if your dick was as pretty as your face."

Her head tilts— dark hair spilling down her shoulder like a stream.

He's just too handsome. Way too handsome, to the point Este can't even comprehend it. Too handsome for the ugly toads that awaited him in that boardroom, of course.

Unworthy bastards!

She shifts again, nudges her toe near the clasp at his pants, the strained fabric below it.

"I would ... probably do anything to fuck you, right now, honestly."

It wasn't until Este was calling out his name, gasping, that Carter began to slow his movements. He kept his fingers inside of her, curling upward, while she rode out the highs of her orgasm.

She sounded and looked like a goddess. Some divine mythological being. Panting, open mouth, dampened forehead.

Carter dragged his mouth over her clit one last time before pulling himself away. Este was staring at him, licking her lips.

Oh. He hadn't kissed her yet, had he? Not on the mouth.

He'd have to fix that soon.

She dragged her foot near the bulge in his pants. Carter sighed, felt himself twitch beneath his boxers. He wrapped a hand delicately around her foot, holding it in place while he angled himself toward her. He pressed himself very deliberately against the curve of her foot, sighing.

"Of course I'm hard. You're a fucking dream."

He massaged her foot in one hand. Isn't this how it all started? Carter grinned, running his free hand through his curls.

"Wanna fuck?"

He placed both hands on the arm rests to the chair Este was sitting in. He leaned in. He understood if she didn't want to give it up right away. It wouldn't make him want her any less. If anything, it was an excuse to see her again. Maybe after work.

"Or we can fool around some more. I don't have another meeting until ten. Bet I could make you come again."