“Just not today. Not when I have somewhere to be,” she said as if she felt she needed to explain herself to me. She didn’t, and I needed her to know that.
“Whatever you say goes, Lydia. You want me to bend you over this counter and fuck you right here in the kitchen, I will. You want to stop, just say the word. You want me to smack your ass so hard my hand leaves a tattoo on your pale,peachy cheeks, not a fucking problem.” I kept a punishing rhythm between her legs as I punctuated every point. My dick strained against the zipper of my pants, but my own satisfaction was the last thing on my mind.
Her hands splayed out on the counter in front of her as she rocked herself into my hand. I pressed the heel of my palm into her clit, adding to the sensation like I knew she wanted. Her back arched, and I could feel her getting close. With my free hand, I pulled her tight against my groin and held her in place. The noises she made were a cross between torture and pleasure and fucking intoxicating. Being the man who got to witness her looking like this was my own personal brand of ecstasy.
My need for her drove me on—her satisfaction, the taste of her skin on my lips, the sound of her coming apart for me.
I kissed the column of her throat, up the side of her neck, and pulled her lobe into my mouth, adding just the smallest bite. She turned her head to me and smashed her lips into mine just in time for me to capture her moan as she drenched my fingers in her arousal. I slowed my pace, not stopping until she went nearly boneless in my arms.
I smirked against her lips.
“Hm, someone’s feeling proud of themselves,” she sassed, languidly turning in my arms to face me.
I licked her wetness off my fingers, my gaze never leaving hers. “Fuck yeah, I am.”
Lydia stroked my raging erection from outside my jeans. My dick twitched at the feel of her pressure. Her fingers deftly undid the button, lowering the zipper to get her hand around my thickened shaft. Heat and desire exploded through me instantly. I cupped the back of her head, bringing her lips tomine for a slow, dirty kiss.
She pushed my pants down enough to fully free my cock and dropped to her knees.
“What are you doing? I thought you had to go get ready with the ladies?”
I had no idea why I asked that. It just came out. It wasn’t like I wanted her to stop, so reminding her she had somewhere to be was pretty fucking stupid. But I didn’t expect any reciprocal satisfaction. That wasn’t why I brought her to orgasm in my kitchen.
She looked up at me from lowered lashes, her cheeks still rosy from her climax, her green eyes laced with the same heat I felt pumping in my veins. “They can get started without me.”
She circled the head of my dick with her tongue, and I stilled. I pushed my hand into her hair, not adding pressure, just for something to hold on to. She kissed a trail down the length of me, licking a path back up with the flat of her tongue. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was so fucking pretty on her knees for me.
“Look at me,” I groaned. Her gaze snapped up to me, her eyes dark with lust. “Good girl, Lydia. Now, open your pretty little mouth.”
She followed my instructions obediently, and it sent a rush of adrenaline through me. My cock disappeared into her warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You feel so damn good.”
She alternated between shallow bobs, taking just my head into her mouth, and deep-throating my cock to the back of her throat. I gripped the back of her head, not wanting to dictate the pace she set but needing something to anchor meto reality.
The effects of her traveled down to my toes. Pressure built within me as my muscles pulled taut with my impending release.
“I’m going to come,” I warned her, tugging on her hair lightly to pull her back. She didn’t budge and instead increased the suction on my dick, vacuuming her cheeks even more.
I fought it off as long as I could, trying to make this last, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm ripped through me in a powerful surge, coating her tongue and throat with my release. Lydia took every drop, pulling off me to wipe the corner of her mouth, licking the excess cum from her finger.
I pulled her to her feet, capturing her lips with mine. “You are incredible,” I mumbled against her mouth as I tucked myself back into my jeans.
“I know,” she smirked.
She turned back to the counter and finished gathering her things from earlier, piling them into her arms like a pack mule.
“Do you want help carrying things to your car?”
“I’ve got it. Thanks though.” She leaned in for one more kiss, which I was more than happy to give. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Yup.”
She walked toward the door, turning back to me with a dirty look in her eyes. “Clean this kitchen, would you? We still need to eat in here,” she cheeked.
I shook my head as the door closed behind her. All sass and attitude, until she was on her knees for me. This woman was a walking contradiction, and I loved every minute of it.
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