“That’s all he lasted, and then it was over. I just want a damn orgasm I don’t have to give myself. I wasn’t expecting it during sex for my own reasons, but he didn’t even offer to help when he blew his load early. Is that really so much to ask?”
Her hands rest on the kitchen island, and she looks ready to cry. Before she can stop me, I walk up behind her and pin her to the counter, her back pressed against my front.
“How badly do you want to come?” I growl in her ear.
Misty’s whimper sets me off, but when she says, “So much, Zep,” I’m a goner.
Sliding my hand up her thigh, I drag her skirt with it until I reach her panties. Her ass presses against my hard cock to give my hand room between her body and the counter, and I damn near rip my jeans off to take her right here.
Instead, I rub her wet panties. Her hips sway against my restricted erection, and it feels both good and fucking painfulat the same time. I can only imagine what it would feel like to be inside her. Hot and wet. And so damn ready.
I slip into her panties and groan when I feel smooth skin. She wasn’t lying about that wax.
My long fingers part her swollen lips until I find her need. Her murmurs of appreciation as I rub my fingertips on her clit make me smile. This won’t take long at all. She’s about ready to explode.
“Oh God, yes,” she whispers, bracing herself on the counter with her hands. “Zep, I swear, if you stop, I will stab you with a kitchen knife.”
So much violence.
I like it.
Chuckling, I slide further down to let her grind against my palm as I slip three fingers inside her. “You have no idea how much I love violence, so that’s not really the threat you think it is. Fuck, Misty, you’re soaking.”
She arches her back and rests her head on my shoulder as her body moves to take what she needs while I massage the muscles of her pussy. Her long neck exposed, her chest pressed out, and my fingers inside her. Fuck, this is even better than my fantasies.
“Which is why I’m on the verge of a murderous rage. I’m a woman on the edge. God, that feels good.”
“No kidding.”
I kiss her neck and pull her left tit from the top of her dress. Her nipple is hard and pebbled as I palm it, surprised at how long it’s been since I’ve been with a woman with natural tits. She’s not a large-chested woman, but she has more than enough for me to slide my cock between while she sucks my head.
Fuck, now I want to do more than just finger-fuck her, but she’s got boundaries. Plus, once I get a taste, I’ll be hooked. I just know it. Then I’ll never want to stop.
Misty whimpers, and I ache as her ass continues to rub against the fly of my jeans. I want nothing more than to free myself and take her right here. And based on the way she’s responding to my hand, I don’t think she’d object. But the first time we come together shouldn’t be with Bernie upstairs. I don’t want her to hold back fearful she’ll wake her sleeping daughter.
If she keeps this up, though, I might just come in my pants. I’ve never done it before—come fucking close a few times—but I’m going to need a release of my own soon. Or a freezing cold shower.
“Zep, fuck,” Misty moans. “I’m right there.”
My lips part, and I suck on her skin. She tastes like strawberry, and I nibble her pulse point, just hard enough to leave a mark but not break the skin. When I tug on her nipple, twisting it just enough to cause light pain, she loses control.
“Fuck!” she whisper-shouts. Her pussy grips my fingers as she bucks wildly against my palm. “Jesus Christ!”
She likes it rough. Fuck. Me.
Panting, she falls forward and braces herself on the counter while I remove my hand from inside her. The faint scent of latex from her earlier encounter wafts up, and I walk around to the other side of the counter to give us space. I can’t help but smirk. She looks like a fucking dream, standing with one tit hanging out of her dress as she pants.
“Feel better?” I ask.
“Much,” she says, her eyes finally looking up from the counter and into mine. “If that’s what you can do with your hands…”
I give her a cocky grin even though I ache to give her so much more. Show her exactly what she’s imagining in her mind after feeling me as she rubbed against me. “Come see me tomorrow if you want to know what I’m really good at.”
Leaving before she says anything, I know I won’t be able to sleep tonight. My zipper presses against my cock painfully, and I can’t get into my house fast enough.
I should’ve stayed. If I didn’t respect her as much as I do, I would have. There’s no doubt she would have let me fuck her tonight. Right there in the kitchen. But I need her to make this decision outside of the high of pleasure.
And when I have her for the first time, I want to hear her. All of her. Every sound, every cry, every scream. Every fucking moment.
