Of course, I can’t tell him now.I’ll break this surprise later, when he’s calmer.I don’t want to ruin his joy in this moment.
He kisses me like he’ll never let go.Our adrenaline overflows, turning the kiss wild and ecstatic.Luckily, I’ve turned off the stove, making sure we’re safe when he picks me up again.My thighs clasp his waist for support.
He seats me on his sturdy wooden dining table.Our lips stay locked in a passionate embrace, tasting each other’s tongues.His hands slip under my shirt, unfastening my bra.He pauses the kiss to take it off while I pull off his jacket and shirt.
His hands squeeze my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples, all while his lips keep exploring mine.I moan, pleasure spreading from my chest down to my core.Warmth pools low in my belly.He holds me tighter, his hard bulge pressing against my thigh.
His lips move down to my neck, sucking hard.His tongue teases, licking the sensitive spot that makes me groan.He tries to take my nipples into his mouth, still cupped in his hands, but the height difference forces him to bend down awkwardly.
“Lie back on the table,” he murmurs.
I comply, lying flat on the wooden surface.The cold, hard surface feels unpleasant against my back, but he makes up for it with the pleasure he gives through his tongue.He pulls off my pants until I’m completely naked, spread out on the table.
“Jesus, Fenella.This is insane.This sight…” His voice trails off in admiration.
He gazes at me, stretched out across his dining table.My face and body burn with embarrassment.It’s my first time lying naked on a table like this.His roaming eyes fix on me.
“Please, no…” I try to cover my face, but he pushes my hands to the sides of my head, keeping me open to his gaze.
His fingers trail down my arm to my chest.“You’re the most decadent, sexiest dish I’ll ever have.You’re the best art God ever created, and the last woman I’ll ever taste in this universe,” he whispers.
He sits down in a chair.His hands flip me onto my side.From this angle, his mouth latches onto my nipples.One hand toys with the other nipple, nimble fingers flicking rapidly, while his wet tongue teases the one he’s sucking.
I whimper and moan in pleasure.I bite my lower lip to muffle the sound as my hips start moving on their own.Sensing it, his free hand presses against my clit.Pleasure tingles in every sensitive spot of my body.
I groan as his fingers slip inside my pussy.His palm presses against my clit while two fingers curl into my deepest sensitive spot.The combination is overwhelming.
Minutes pass, he’s driving me higher and higher until I peak, groan after groan tumbling from my lips.Even when he knows I’ve come, he doesn’t stop.
His mouth alternates between sucking my nipples as if he finds comfort there, while his fingers keep moving deep inside me.My hips keep grinding, desperate to fill the emptiness.His thumb flicks my clit while his fingers press and push just right.
“Laird!”I moan as the force of a second orgasm rips through me, flooding his fingers.
“Open up,” he orders.
He brings his wet fingers to my mouth, and I suck them clean.The salt-sweet taste floods my tongue.He stands, bends over, and turns me back flat on the table.
“God, Laird.I need you,” I plead, breathless.
“Patience, baby.You’ll need more as I give you your thank-you gift.”
He kisses down my neck, then the swell of my cleavage.His mouth and tongue worship every inch of my breasts until I bite my lip again to stifle a moan.His tongue trails down my stomach and waist, licking along my hips and thighs.
“Wow.”He exhales in front of my pussy before lowering his mouth and tongue to tease me.
I groan at the electric jolt inside me.His tongue slides deep into my pussy, wet and soft, licking again and again.Each stroke makes me moan louder.It doesn’t take long before I shatter in a third orgasm.
“Laird, please.I’m gonna pass out.”The little death hits harder than anything I’ve ever felt.
He strips off his pants and rolls on a condom from the kitchen drawer.He teases my entrance with the tip of his cock.I try to push myself up on my elbows, but he shakes his head.
“Hold tight.I’m not finishing anytime soon,” he says before thrusting inside.“Oh, yes,” he hisses with his eyes closed, and I echo him.
His thick shaft fills me completely, as he reaches every part of me.We’re a perfect fit.He moves back and forth, creating friction that makes my eyes flutter closed and open.
“Yes, baby, just like that.”I grimace with pleasure.
His hips snap faster and harder, pounding me with each thrust.Our breaths come ragged, tangled with moans.
