A moan erupts within his chest, he turns his head, and holds me in place to take the kiss deeper. His tongue enters my mouth, I open, and he explores. With hands in my hair, he leans forward, his hungry lips devouring mine.
When I try to take the lead, he growls. The lips between my legs swell with want, rubbing against his chest.
I wrap my legs around his waist, clamping him tight to my ache, desire overwhelming my senses. His busy mouth kisses my neck, nibbles at my earlobe, then down to my collar bone. He tongues the hollow and I arch back, tits up.
Both hands surround one breast and when he sucks, zings shoot to my core. Panting, my fingers wrap around the edge of the counter top as his teeth clamp and pull.
“Loch…”Holy God, I may cum.
Eyes deep in the throes of passion, he lifts his lids, then shifts to the other breast while pinching the first with thumb and forefinger.
I blossom, stiffen, and unwrap my legs so he can get down to business. With both nipples in his grasp, he kisses to where I shaved my pubes.
“Fook Callie.” Inhaling sharply, he presses his nose into my mound and I spread wider, about to erupt.
Suddenly, he removes the pressure on my tits and I exhale, disappointed until his thumbs clamp on the upmost part of my inner thigh.
When his tongue flicks over my clit, I scream. “Oh shit. Please…”
One finger presses close but not where I need it most. Swollen, tits like rocks, my heels dig into the island cupboards and I arch.
A small breeze of his breath caresses my throbbing need, then his tongue flattens over me, and I fall over the cliff of desire.
While I tumble through heaven, he drops his bathing suit, and slips me off the counter. Then, from behind, he enters me fully.
Like a parachute opened in a freefall, I shoot up into the clouds of orgasmic delight, shuddering around his thickening cock.
“Calliope, fook me.” His pace quickens, his balls bounce against my ass, and the dishes in the island rattle.
Arms around me, he angles in and up. I go off again with a scream which gets him off. His seed flows into me, out of me, and drips down my legs as he empties again and again.
After a bit, he pulls out, turns me, and whispers into my ear. “Warm enough, luv?”
“Mmmm.” I snuggle deep, inhaling sex, our sweaty scent, and something all him.
“We probably should clean up and head back to our place before the kiddies return. We could traumatize them for life.” He kisses the top of my head and I moan.
“I can’t move.”
He chuckles. “Me neither.”
Eventually, we manage to shower, get dressed, and sanitize the countertop. Then, we drive across the island, and make love on and off, until dawn.
