Lydia’s pov
He slipped a finger inside me, then another, curling them just right to press against a spot that made me see stars. His tongue circled my c**t, flicking it mercilessly while his fingers pumped in and out relentlessly.
I was moaning, a shameless, keening sound, grinding my hips against his face, chasing the pleasure he was so generously giving.
“Xander,” I gasped, my grip on his hair tightening, pushing him closer. “Oh, f**k, Xander…”
“Yeah, that’s it,” he urged, his voice a dark, husky command. “Say my name. Come on my tongue, Lydia. I want to taste all of you.”
The tightening in my belly became an overwhelming wave, building and building until it crested and crashed over me. My back bowed off the desk, a strangled cry tearing from my throat as the orgasm ripped through m
