She doesn’t, though. She listened while I explained the rules, and since we’re at the poker table, we’re both ready to play.
I reward her restraint by drawing one taut nipple into my mouth. She moans as I lap and suck at it, torturing the tight little bud. Nobody has prettier, more perfect tits than hers. Fuck, I could spend days just doing this.
My mouth moves down, kissing the lower curve of her other breast, down the center of her stomach, until I stop just over her pretty bare cunt. I can already smell her sweet slickness, and my mouth waters. Pippa takes a shuddering breath anticipating.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”
I sink to my knees, dragging my fingernails lightly over the sensitive skin of her thighs. Her knees instinctively press together, but my shoulders block them from closing. I chuckle darkly.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” I murmur, kissing the inside of her knee before nudging it further to fall to one side. “On my table, in my bed, always on my mind—exactly where you belong. Lay back, Pips, I want to worship what’s mine.”
She whimpers, doing what I say. With her arms over her head and her legs spread wide, she looks like a feast, laid out on the table just for me. And lucky for her, I’m starving.
I drag the flat of my tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Pippa whines, and I peer up to see the tense lines of her body as she tries so hard to hold still. I lick her slowly along the same path, savoring the sweetness dripping from her. Every pass of my tongue makes her pussy weep more, until it’s dripping down my chin.
Pippa’s hips thrust up against my mouth, and her silken thighs press against my arms. She’s so eager for my touch, so anxious to be good for me. I press my nose against her pussy while I lick her, inhaling the scent. I can’t get over how perfect she is. I bet if I wanted to tie her up, she’d let me. We could fuck on every table in this room, or pressed up against the glass windows, or sneak down into Velvet and Vice after it’s closed and let her ride me right there on the empty dance floor. There are so many things we haven’t done together yet. So many things I haven’t shown her.
I used to think that when people settled down, they got boring. But I know I’ll never be bored with Pippa. I’ll never run out of things I want to do, with her and to her. My cock pulses under my pants. We’re going to have so much goddamn fun.
My tongue works relentlessly against Pippa’s clit while I watch her gorgeous body writhe on the poker table. She’s got a little freckle, right on her hipbone, and I press my thumb against it. I love every part of this woman. In the next few weeks, I plan on kissing every fucking inch of her.
There’s a sheen of sweat growing on Pippa’s skin, and I know her orgasm is on its way. I might as well speed it along.
I press one finger inside her, groaning as her pussy tightens around it. She might think it’s too much, but her body fucking loves it. It’s only a few more seconds before she spasms and shrieks my name. Even from down here, I can see the strain in her arms. She’s working hard to follow instructions and keep her hands where I want them.
“That’s my good girl. Keep your hands right where I put them.”
Her wetness coats my mouth and drips down her thighs. I know it’s on the green velvet table now, and I fucking love it. I’ll get it cleaned, but from now on, we’re having every poker night at this table. I want to remember what we did here.
Pippa calls out my name, again and again. Every time, it goes straight to my cock. I’m straining against my pants, leaving a wet spot on my jeans. It’s feeling impatient to be inside her, but despite public opinion, I’m not ruled by my dick. I need to see her come before anything else.
I add a second finger, and Pippa’s body clenches tight around it. I can hear the blood thrumming under her skin, syncing with my own heartbeat. A third finger now, stretching her out, getting her ready for me.
Come for me, baby, I think.
And I swear she can read my mind, because she does. She lets out an inarticulate scream as her body spasms on the table. I pull away, licking my lips.
“There you go.” I grin. “You did so well.”
She smiles up at me, her eyes hooded with desire.
I crawl back onto the table with her and kiss her again, hard and deep. For a few minutes, we just kiss while I massage her arms, which I know must be strained from holding them up while her body trembles underneath her.
Once I feel the strength coming back into her limbs, I turn onto my back and pull her up to straddle me.
“I want to watch you ride me, baby.”
Her eyes are hooded as she gazes down at me. When she lifts her hips, the muscles in her legs tense beautifully. She grabs my cock, dragging the head up through the wetness at her entrance. I grit my teeth at how fucking wet she is. She does it again, and I can feel her start to drip down my length.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
“Tell me why you’re so wet, baby,” I demand.
“Because of you,” she sighs. “Because you made me come, Ryan.”
