"Yes," I breathed, my fingers already fumbling with the buttons of his crisp white shirt. "Okay. Yes…"
With a low growl, he hoisted me up onto the dining room table, and he didn't waste a second shoving my oversized sweatshirt up and over my head in one fluid motion, baring my breasts to the air.
My nipples hardened in the chill from the air conditioner, and he descended like a man starved.
His mouth latched onto one peak, sucking hard while his tongue flicked relentlessly over the sensitive tip.
I moaned, arching my back to feed more of myself into his eager mouth. "Oh, God, Nate… That feels so good. Don't stop."
He hummed his approval, shooting vibration straight to my core, then switched to my other breast.
His teeth grazed the tender flesh just enough to sting, then soothed it with long, wet laps of his tongue.
All the while, his hands roamed my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before one slid down to cup me through my sweatpants.
"You're so responsive," he murmured, nipping at my collarbone as he hooked his fingers into my waistband. "I bet you're drenched for me already."
I nodded frantically, lifting my hips to help him peel the sweatpants and panties down my legs.
He tossed them aside carelessly, spreading my thighs wide with firm hands.
Cool air kissed my exposed pussy, but his heated stare made me clench with anticipation.
"God, look at you," he groaned, tracing a single finger along my slick folds. "So pink and wet, begging for it." He parted me gently, circling my clit with his thumb before plunging two thick fingers deep inside.
I cried out, my walls fluttering around the invasion as he curled them upward, stroking that electric spot with expertise I knew came with age. "Yes, right there. Harder, please."
He pumped faster, his thumb grinding circles over my swollen clit while his free hand pinned my hip to the table.
The wet sounds of my arousal filled the room. It was obscene and intoxicating.
Pleasure built like a storm, coiling tighter with every thrust of his fingers.
"Come for me," he commanded, leaning down to capture my nipple again. "Drench my hand. Show me how much you need this."
His words shattered me.
My orgasm ripped through me in violent waves, my walls spasming wildly around his fingers as I groaned in pleasure.
Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I gripped the edges of the table to anchor myself, riding out the bliss until my body went limp.
He withdrew slowly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and licking them clean while holding eye contact. "You taste like heaven, Ember. Sweet and filthy all at once."
Watching him devour my essence made my spent body feel ravenous for him.
I leaned forward shakily, my hands trembling as I attacked the rest of his shirt, shoving it off his broad shoulders.
His chest was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle dusted with silver hair, and I couldn't resist dragging my nails down it, savoring his sharp inhale.
"My turn," I whispered, sliding off the table to kneel before him. He toed off his shoes while I unbuckled his belt, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers.
It sprang out proudly and stood on end, announcing his desire for me.
I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking upward with a twist that made him hiss. "Ember… your hand feels amazing." Leaning in, I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty bead of his arousal before taking him deep into my mouth.
He groaned, threading his fingers through my hair to guide me.
I bobbed steadily, hollowing my cheeks and relaxing my throat to take more of him.
