I buck my hips into his mouth and his thick, strong fingers delve further, massaging my g-spot. My nails dig into his scalp and he moans against me. That vibration and his tongue unravel me.
I bite down on my lip to muffle my moan as I come. I wrap my other leg around him letting his shoulders bear my weight when I pull him against me. He doesn’t stop licking or fingering me. Instead he wrings every last ounce of pleasure out of me like his life depends on it. My whole body shudders and I take heavy breaths, trying to find the oxygen to breathe again. I lazily run my fingers through his hair and he looks up at me—still wearing a pleased grin and my arousal on his stubble.
“Is this what you meant by dessert first?” I run my thumb over his dimpled cheek.
“Something like that.” He carefully lifts my legs off his shoulders and plants me back onto my wobbly legs. “Come on, it’s time for dinner.”
He stands, holding out a hand, and my eyes drift to his wrist—my lacy thong still wrapped around it. There’s something so intimate about it and I love it.
I look past his hand down to his jeans. I can see the imprint of his erection. Instead of taking his hand, I press my palm against him, cupping him. Even through the denim, I can feel just how much of him there is. I remember how good that stretch felt. My pussy thrums just thinking about trying to accommodate his substantial length again.
My hand tightens over him and he grunts. “Fuck me, Kelsey.”
I look into his eyes and see his hunger, but it’s not for dinner—it’s for me.
I smirk at him and start to do undo his fly. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
Another low groan rumbles up his throat between labored breaths. “If you need more, then I’ll give it to you.”
I shake my head and his brows furrow in confusion. I drop my hand into his jeans and under his boxers. His cock is so hard that I can feel his heartbeat through his thick, veiny length. I run my thumb over the velvety head and feel a bead of precum. I pull my hand out and lick that drop from my thumb and let out a pleased hum. His nostrils flare and I preen under his heated gaze. I step toward him and press my hand into his chest, forcing him to step back until he’s up against the chair. His studies me with a puzzled look on his face. I press finger into his muscular chest. “Sit down, Pretty Boy.”
“Yes, Chef.” He winks before sitting down.
“Pants.” I point down at the bulge in his jeans.
“Yes, I know they’re pants. What about them?” His lips pull up into a playful smirk.
“You know damn well what I mean.” I look right into his eyes and he doesn’t flinch. We stay like that, staring into each other’s souls while he kicks his boots off and shimmies his pants down.
My mouth goes bone dry when his cock springs free and he pulls his jeans down. Is it possible for a cock to get larger? I remember him being big but he’s longer and thicker than any of my toys. I hope his fingers were enough to warm me up to take him again. Even if they weren’t my pussy is still throbbing in anticipation at what he is going to feel like.
I look up to find him watching me—nothing but carnal intent in those baby blues. “You sure this is what you wantright now?” he says, pumping his cock one time in his clenched fist.
I nod and he reaches down to his jeans, pulling a foil packet from his pocket.
“We don’t have to—” I cut myself off and he tilts his head in question. “I mean—I have an IUD. I haven’t been with anyone else either since…”
I gnaw at my cheek, waiting for him to say something, trying to ignore my still lingering self-doubt.
He shakes his head. “Same here. Are you sure?”
Instead of telling him how sure I am, I step over him so that I’m straddling his lap. His very erect and bare cock grazes my slick lips. He sucks in a breath and his eyes widen at the contact and I revel in the power I have over him right now.
“OK. Yeah, I guess you’re sure,” he says with rapid breaths. His hands trace up my bare thighs and under my dress to cup my ass. I steady myself, draping my arms over his shoulders and grabbing the back of the chair. I reach down and grip his thick shaft, dragging him back and forth over my pussy, coating the head of his cock with my arousal.
His fingertips sink into the flesh of my ass. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet for me, Shadow.”
Looking into his eyes, I see the desperation—the pent up need for release that I want to relieve for him.
“Mmhmm.” I notch him at my entrance and take a deep breath.
He gives me a cocky smirk that has no right being as hot as it is. “Don’t worry. We both know it’ll fit.”
Normally cocky wouldn’t do it for me, but with him, it’s hot because he’s so charming about it. He pushes my buttons while also making me feel wanted and desired all at the same time. I love and hate that I crave it.
Leaning forward, I bring my lips to his ear. His hot and ragged breath on my neck sends chills down my spine straightto my aching core. I breathe in his masculine scent and my eyes close. “I remember exactly how you fit.”
I drop my hips just enough to seat the first exquisite inches of him. The thick head of his cock stretches and fills me even better than I remembered. We both hiss through our teeth and bury our heads into the other’s neck.