His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and I hummed around his length, drawing a curse from his lips.
"Enough," he panted, pulling me off with a wet pop. "I wanna devour you now." He lifted me back onto the table and dropped to his knees between my spread legs.
His mouth was on me in an instant, tongue lapping broad strokes from my entrance to my clit.
I keened, tangling my fingers in his silver hair as he devoured me like a feast. "Nate… oh, God, your tongue… it's too much."
He sucked my clit between his lips, flicking it mercilessly while sliding his fingers back inside me.
The dual assault had me writhing, the table creaking under my jerking.
He added a third finger, stretching me deliciously as his tongue delved deeper, thrusting into me with lewd, slurping sounds.
"I'm gonna come again," I gasped, my thighs clamping around his head. "Don't stop… please, Nate, make me come."
He growled into my pussy, and the sound sent me over the edge.
My second orgasm hit harder, a gush of wetness coating his chin as I bucked against his unrelenting mouth.
He drank it all down, prolonging my pleasure until I was a trembling mess.
Whimpering and pleading, I clenched around his fingers until he backed away.
Rising up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes blazing with hunger. "Turn around," he ordered, voice rough. "I want you from behind."
I scrambled to obey, sliding off the table and bending over it, ass presented to him.
He kicked my legs wider, rubbing the head of his cock through my soaked folds. "You ready for this?"
"Yes," I begged, pushing back against him. "Do it hard, Nate. Ruin me."
When he pushed in I gasped, then groaned, and then angled my hips to take him deeper.
The table rocked with every savage plunge, his hips snapping against my thighs in a relentless rhythm. "So tight," he grunted, and both hands gripped my hips so hard I gasped again.
I braced my hands on the wood, meeting his thrusts with desperate rolls of my hips. "Harder… God, yes, just like that. You're so deep."
His other hand snaked around to rub my clit, the added friction making my knees buckle.
Sweat slicked our skin, our bodies slapping together in a primal frenzy.
The pressure built unbearably fast, my walls closing in around him. "I'm close… oh, God," I moaned, and for a split second I thought about protection, a condom, anything, but I was so close, all I could do was let go again as my body toppled over the edge.
He roared, his pace turning erratic as he chased his release.
My body trembled in convulsions and tight spasms, milking him and dragging him over the edge.
He buried himself deep, flooding me with hot jets of cum as his body shuddered against mine.
Then he collapsed forward onto the table, his weight pinning me in the best way, as we both gasped for air.
He stayed inside me, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder. "That was… beyond words."
I turned my head, smiling lazily as aftershocks rippled through us.
I felt drugged or drunk, or just plain spent. And every negative thought of what might happen had been forced out of my head.
"I'm glad you came tonight," I mumbled in a post-sex haze.
