“Yip,” I answer, spreading my thighs wider. His eyes zone in on my exposed pussy, and he licks his lips. “I thought you might want me to help…preparing the sauce?”
He gives a husky chuckle. “Oh, you’re saucy, alright,” he says. He doesn’t lift his eyes from between my thighs, and I lower a hand to spread my folds apart. “Fuck…” he says hoarsely. I slide a finger into myself and feel a tingle begin. Not as much from the physical sensation as from the way his eyes glitter as he watches me. “Jesus, you’re sexy,” he half-groans as I bob my hips up and begin to thrust my finger into myself.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” I ask archly. The wet sounds are loud in the silence between us. He shakes his head, then walks over to me and steps between my open thighs. I pause, waiting for him to take over, but he glances up at me.
“Don’t stop,” he tells me, so I continue my steady fingering, feeling my cheeks burn as he grabs a thigh in each huge palm and spreads me wide. “Show me how you like it,” he tells me, and I give a little groan. How do I show him that what I like most is knowing he’s watching me do this?
I dip a second finger in, then rub my thumb over my clit, realizing as I do it that it’s almost exactly what he did to me in the shower a day ago. I’ll probably be using that as a new favorite fantasy for a while to come. Although when he lifts a hand and pushes me back onto the table and sinks down between my legs, I’m pretty sure he’s about to add another scene to my personal porn library. When his mouth closes firmly over my clit, I let out a moan.
“Ummm…” he hums into my flesh. “You taste like us.” I feel my walls clench as he says it, remembering how hot he’d made me earlier. I drop a hand down and tangle it into his hair, tugging his face closer. I’m rewarded by the sensation of his tongue sliding along my slit, delving into the sticky depths of me. He laps at me, drilling his tongue in and then swirling it over my clit a few times. When he pushes a finger into me and begins matching the rhythm of his mouth, I feel my pussy tightening around it.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I hiss, arching my back and splaying my knees around his shoulders. He pushes another finger into me, scissoring them and spreading me wide. The sensation makes me buck…until I feel a finger press against the tight muscles of my asshole, and I freeze.
“Wait!” I choke out. This feels like it might be pushing my limits too far. But then he lifts his mouth from my clit, and I mewl an objection.
“Either I stop completely, or you let me explore you any way I want,” he says.
Bastard!
“I…um…” I choke out.
His fingertip touches my clit fleetingly, and I spasm in response.
Fuck…
“O-Okay,” I finally get out. What does it matter anyway? It’s not like I haven’t imagined trying a little backdoor action. I’d just never taken it further than fantasy. And then his mouth is on me again, those fingers work their magic, and I melt. “Oh, God!” I wheeze. It’s hard to breathe when he gets to work on me. As I feel that firm fingertip prodding behind again, I compel myself to relax, and it’s…fucking amazing. “Oh…God…” I groan as he delves into every part of me. A flush spreads up my flesh, toes tingling, thighs burning. My chest and cheeks are hot as the sensations converge and start to build.
“Mmmm…” he moans into my flesh, and the sound vibrates into my core. I feel an answering spasm that builds into a ripple. I give a harsh cry as the ripple surges, then hits me like a tidal wave.
“Oh, God! I’m coming!” I gasp. He keeps sucking, swirling his fingers as I come undone in his mouth. I writhe on the cool surface of the table, then give a little gasp as he stands and hauls my ass to the edge. I’m still mid-orgasm as I feel the thick, hard head of his cock seek out my entrance and thrust in.
“Fuck!” I squeal as he sets off another round of fireworks. His fingers had hit several pleasure buttons inside me, but his cock manages to plunge past a million more. He keeps a firm hold of my hips as he begins battering into me, his grip stopping me from sliding across the table as he pounds home.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” he grits out past his teeth. His expression is focused almost to the point of looking pained as he stares down at where our bodies are joined. I grind against him, making tiny circles with my hips as he keeps thrusting. He glances up at my face, then moves a hand between us and finds the nub of my clit.
“Oh fuck! Fuck…” I feel my cheeks beginning to burn again. It’s becoming a regular warning sign of the multiple orgasms this man seems so easily able to wring from me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I wail. I don’t know if this apartment has neighbors, but at some point, someone’s going to call the police.
When I finally manage to open my eyes again, he’s watching me like a hawk, eyes moving over my face almost hungrily. I’m pretty sure that he’s come too because I can feel the hot stickiness dripping from me, coating my thighs.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come,” he husks out. I grin at him like a Cheshire cat.
“Good thing you manage to get it right so often,” I purr. I stretch out beneath him, clasping and pulsing my core muscles around his still-hard shaft. He shudders in response, pumping his hips slightly and making me moan.
“Oh lord…aftershocks,” I chuckle. He grins back at me, then pulls out. I pout, but sit up, then slide off the table. There’s a gush of wet down my legs, and I dip my finger into it and trace a little heart onto his chest.
“Better than an engagement ring, huh?” he says.
I give a giggle. “Too intimate for you?” I tease. He shrugs and heads back to the kitchen and the chopping board where he’d been preparing food.
“Nah,” he says. “You’re a fantastic fuck, I’ll give you that. But intimacy?” He shrugs again. “Save that for the guy you fall in love with someday.”
I blink at him for a second. “Um…right,” I manage to get out. He turns his back on me and goes back to his chopping.
“Catch a shower,” he says without looking at me. “Dinner will be ready later. I’ve arranged our flight back to Vegas in the morning. We’ll need an early night.”
“We’re leaving?” I murmur, feeling foolish, because what did I expect? That we’d stay here exploring each other’s bodies forever?
“Yeah,” he says, still keeping his back to me.
