Turn-on

She was ready to leave when George showed up at her door. One look from him sent a charge through the room. He eyed her the way a man studies something he means to take. The moment his hands slid up her thighs and lifted her skirt, the air changed. She felt the fabric bunch around her waist, her bare skin suddenly on display, and the heat rushed straight between her legs. The idea of what was coming made her pulse throb. He freed himself in one quick motion and she dropped to her knees without thinking. Her mouth closed around him, warm and wet, the weight heavy on her tongue. She worked him deeper, the slick sounds filling the quiet room. Blonde strands clung to her flushed cheeks as she took him again and again, saliva glistening at the corners of her lips. When he pulled back, she stayed where she was, eyes half-lidded, breath quick. The first hot spurt landed across her cheek, then another, streaking her skin. He kept coming, painting her face in thick, white lines that slid down toward her open mouth.