“Do you remember how I take it?” I strode towards the long kitchen island, the black granite worktop clear and full of possibilities.
Her eyes dipped to my cock. “I remember how you give it.”
“I should spank you for being cheeky.” I folded my arms, trying not to preen at how she was staring at my erection.
“How about I make you a coffee instead?” Jerrica put a hand on her hip, pushing the T-shirt up to do it, making it clear to me that she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“I’ll watch from here, make sure you do it properly.”
Her cheeks flushed, and I knew her well enough by now to know that if I was to get closer and touch her between her legs, I’d find her warm and wet.
She busied herself, bending down to pull out a coffee pot, giving me a full view of her ass and a glimpse of what else she had there.
I took another couple of steps closer. Jerrica reached across the worktop to grab hold of another mug, the T-shirt riding up again.
She turned her head to look at me. “Maybe I should’ve protected my modesty and worn underwear.”
“Or you could just tie the T-shirt at your waist so I can see better.” There was a wet spot on my sweats now — a bead of pre-cum had leaked and the sweats were light grey and thin.
“Is that what you want?”
I nodded, watching intently to see if she hesitated. There was no way anyone would be able to watch her, apart from me. As much as I liked to watch, I didn’t like to share. That was why I’d never been keen on the clubs I’d been introduced to. If a woman was with me, she waswith me.
Her hands went to her waist, pulling up the T-shirt and tying it at the side, leaving her backside completely exposed. She kept facing the kitchen unit as she turned around. “Is that better?”
“Perfect. The cafetière is on the bottom shelf.”
I couldn’t have arranged my kitchen shit better. She bent down again, legs slightly spread, deliberately teasing.
“Coffee in the fridge?”
“I’ll get it for you.” I moved behind her, my hand brushing her ass as I walked past. I found the coffee, already ground, and moved behind her, placing the bag on the worktop with the cafetière and a spoon. I caged her in, my hips pushed up against her. “Let me show you how I like it.”
“Please do. I don’t want to get it wrong.” She turned her head to look at me, her eyes blazing. Whatever meek words had just slipped from her lips, they were all a ruse. I picked up the spoon with one hand and used the other to cup her breast through her T-shirt.
“One spoonful per person.” I managed not to spill the coffee as I dug into the bag, tipping it into the pot. Jerrica pressed her ass against my erection. “Try not to waste any.” I put the spoon down, pushing her closer to the worktop, my hips pressed tight against her now.
I slipped a hand down, pushing it between her legs and pressing a finger to her opening. She was soaked, the side of the top of her thighs sticky. I moved the hand that was holding her tit under her T-shirt, the knot loosening, and palmed her breast roughly. “Is this what you wanted me to do when you came down here, leaving me in bed by myself, just wearing my T-shirt?” I kissed her neck, brushing stubble over the delicate skin, then pushed two fingers into her tight channel. I wasn’t gentle, knowing by now exactly how she liked this and exactly how primed she would be.
“Yes. I wanted you to do this.” Her words were breathy, need having usurped any tease from them.
“And what do you want me to do exactly?”
“Fuck me like you want to.”
I chuckled, removing my fingers, giving her clit a quick play with. “How do you think I want to fuck you?”
“Over this worktop. Hard.”
“Is that how you want to be fucked, or are you just trying to make me happy?” I pinched her nipple, using my other hand now to push down my sweats, my dick hard and angry. I ran it along her seam, resting it at her entrance.
“It’s what I want. Please, Jesse - ”
I could’ve snapped and pushed into her, but this was the point I relished most of all, where I was the one in control, where I could look after her, causing only pleasure.
“Stretch your arms out. Hold onto to the edge.” I dropped both hands to her hips, pushing her up so she stretched over the island, her ass now at the perfect height, her hands unable to move their grip. I bit her shoulder. “I want you to come as soon as you can. Don’t hold it off.”
“Please get in me.” She placed her cheek on the worktop, angling to look at me.
