“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” I grinned up from between her legs although I wasn’t sure who just got the present. Me or her.Watching her let go like that, watching her fall apart was a sight I’d never get sick of.
“Best. Present. Ever.” Grace panted as she caught my gaze.
“Let’s see if number two can top it,” I suggested as I started slowly pumping my fingers inside her.
“Two?”
“I want three for starters,” I informed her, rocking forward and licking her from hole to clit, circling the still-sensitive bud.
“Three? I can’t do three,” Grace protested adamantly.
“Sounds like a challenge there, sweetheart,” I reminded her, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking.
With my free hand, I reached up and tweaked her nipple and her walls tightened. She was already so close, but Grace was stubborn. She’d make me work for it and it was one job I was willing to take on.
Grace lifted her feet, sitting them on my shoulders as she rode my fingers and fucked my face. For someone who didn’t think they could do another, she was chasing it mighty hard.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” she chanted as her hips rose and fell.
It was all I could do to hang on.
I lifted my head and took a breath. I was going to drown in this woman, and I wouldn’t have one complaint. “Use me, Grace. Ride my fingers,” I encouraged as I leaned down and nipped her clit, sending her levitating off the table.
I had no doubt that every time I sat here to eat dinner from here until eternity, this memory would come to mind. I’d never be able to look at the table the same way again. And I had absolutely no complaints about that.
“Fuck me that was …”
Grace was covered in a layer of sweat, her body glistening in the afternoon sunlight that filtered through the windows.
I pushed up off my knees and leaned over her, pressing my aching, weeping cock against her heat, and caught her lips in a kiss.
“Mmmm,” she murmured as I plunged my tongue inside her mouth.
I rutted against her. If I didn’t get a release soon my balls could very well explode. The whole place smelled like sex and sweat.
“Fuck you’re good at that,” Grace declared with fistfuls of my hair before kissing me again.
Soon enough she was the one rubbing herself against me. Together we moaned and groaned. I lowered my head, capturing a diamond-pointed nipple between my lips and sucking on the nub.
“Cole! Cole!” Grace chanted and I lifted my head with a pleased grin.
I had my girl spread out before me, two orgasms down and begging for more. I had every reason to be proud of myself.
“How can I help, pretty girl?” I asked sweetly, wiping her hair from her sticky forehead.
“You can fuck me now,” Grace demanded.
“Well yes, ma’am,” I agreed, never wanting to disappoint a lady.
Grace sat up, pushing me backward and reached for my belt. Not wanting to get in her way, I pulled my shirt off.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Grace muttered as she unbuckled me.
“What?”
“The way that guys do that one-handed, behind your head shirt thing.”
My buckle unsnapped and she dragged the leather through the loops before letting it fall to the floor and reaching for the snap on my jeans.
