I swallowed as he planted a kiss just below my ear. My heart palpitated like crazy, and I felt his bare skin press up against mine. His hands slid up my stomach until they reached my breasts, and he slipped off my bra.
“Fuck, these are perfect,” he growled in my ear. Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue on my nipples, turning them rock hard. I gripped his shoulder and let my gaze fall on his short hair, my mouth agape.
He kissed my chest all over, slowly, until he reached my belly button and hesitated.
Wrapping his arms around my ass, he lifted me up, sat me on the bar, and pulled my panties off.
My heart had fluttered at the weightlessness of being lifted into the air. Even as I sat on the bar, he was tall enough that we were on eye level with each other.
He licked his lips, “Damn, Doctor,” he said.
My mouth spread into a smile. “Shut up and go down on me.”
He kissed me again and dragged his tongue across my jawline, then whispered in my ear: “Anything for you, Wifey.”
I leaned back on the bar as his tongue twisted between my legs. When he pressed two fingers inside, I let out a small gasp.
“Holy shit, Dustin,” I moaned. “Oh my gosh.” My body twisted as waves of desire poured through me, each seeming more powerful than the last.
The worries of the past and future faded away and there was only the present, this man, who not thirty-six hours ago I was talking trash about to Phoebe at the bar, was now going down on me like he owned my pussy.
I shuddered and felt my orgasm on the brink of ripping through my body when he pulled away, picked me up by wrapping his arms around my hips and ass, and carried me to bed.
The covers were so soft, I felt like I’d landed on top of pillows when he set me down.
As I lay back, propped up on actual pillows, I watched in dimmed light as he finished taking off his briefs and got totally naked.
My heart pounded furiously.
The way the light struck him was like a movie, and he had a very lickable body.
“Come here,” I said, motioning him toward me.
He got on the bed, on his knees, and I pointed for him to position himself straddling me.
He figured it out quick, hovering just over my breasts.
I grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it and staring up into his eyes, which flickered with pleasure.
If my husband was a giver—which was true based on what happened earlier tonight at the bar—I was going to be just as generous.
Using the base of his cock as an anchor, I licked the little line of muscle along his hips.
Next, I guided him into my mouth, and he leaned back with his long arm and fingered me.
I moaned and the pleasure he gave me spurred me on to take him deeper. It was a positive feedback spiral of being incredibly turned on.
His gentle moans changed into growls, and he pulled his cock out from my mouth, spread my legs and pulled a condom on, then slid into me.
The deep penetration set me off slowly at first and then fired fast through me all at once. He pushed deep inside me with his hands feeling my breasts. After a while, he put my legs on his shoulders and that drove him deeper.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I screamed loudly as my orgasm pulled through me.
He rolled our bodies so I was on top, and I rode him to my second, while he nibbled on my nipples dangling in front of his face.
His grip became tighter and he fucked me harder, theslap slap slapof his hips against mine reverberating through the giant penthouse.
“Fuck yes, Catarina,” he grunted as his cock twitched inside me and he gripped me hard and came harder.
