“I’ll buy you another loaf.” I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, working down to the hollow beneath her ear.
She tilted her head, offering the column of her throat.
Her sweater came off in a slow pull, the knit catching briefly on her elbows.
Underneath, her skin was pale, flushed pink at the collarbone from the kitchen’s heat.
I traced the line with my tongue, tasting salt and the faint sweetness of her lotion.
Ember’s hands found my belt, and pulled the button open. “You’re overdressed, Dr. Bradley.” She tugged the leather free, then popped the button of my slacks.
The zipper rasped down, and I stepped back just enough to shove the fabric past my hips.
My length pressed against the cotton of my boxers, straining it as Ember’s gaze dropped, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I hooked my fingers into her skirt’s waistband, easing it down.
The wool slipped over her skin, revealing simple white underwear already damp at the center.
She lifted her hips to help in a graceful motion despite the awkward angle.
“Nate,” she moaned as I knelt between her knees, parting them gently.
Her fingers threaded through my hair as I leaned in.
My tongue traced her through the cotton first, a slow drag that made her hips jerk.
She gasped and groaned as I pinched her clit with my lips.
Then I peeled the underwear down, catching it on one ankle before tossing it aside.
Her folds were slick, swollen, the color of ripe peaches.
I parted her with my thumbs, exposing the small knot of nerves that made her breath hitch.
The first lick was flat and broad, gathering her taste. Ember was tangy and warm and her thighs tensed, then relaxed as I settled into a rhythm.
“Nate… please.” Her voice cracked on the plea, but I continued my relentless assault on her until she was trembling and clenching my face between her thighs.
When she started moaning, twitching, I slid a finger in then another, until her walls clamped down around my digits and her body went rigid.
The climax was fast and hard, making the table shake and the glasses of water slosh out onto the table cloth.
Her body trembled from head to toe and finally she tugged my hair, urging me upward.
So I stood, kicking off my shoes and the rest of my clothes.
My length bobbed free, heavy against my stomach as Ember reached for me with her hand, wrapping it around the base.
She stroked once, twice, thumb sweeping over the tip to spread the bead of moisture. “I want you,” she said, eyes locked on mine.
Stepping between her legs, I guided myself to her entrance.
My head nudged her folds, sliding through wetness before catching, and Ember’s breath stuttered as I pushed in until I was fully seated in her and she was biting my chest as she pulled my hips closer.
She was tight, hotter than the kitchen air, her walls fluttering around me.
I paused to let her adjust as her nails dug into my hips, urging me closer.
