As I continued stroking her throbbing clit, Sarah spasmed against me, a mewling sound shooting from her lips.
‘Oh God, Ben, I can’t hold on…’ she whimpered.
Knowing that I was about to make her come for a second time so quickly made my chest swell, but there was so much more that I wanted to do to her. There was no way I could let this end.
‘No,’ I growled.
Changing positions would slow down her orgasm. And if I flipped her over, I’d get to see every expression her face morphed into as I buried myself into her over and over again.
Sod it.
I’d waited to fuck Sarah for so long. This was going to be the first and last time, so I needed to make it count.
‘I’m gonna pull out and flip you over,’ I gritted out. ‘I need to see your face when you come.’
‘Okay, but do it quickly.’
I pulled out, then lifted her up before flipping her over and laying her down so her back was on the table and her bum was right at the edge.
As I looked at her legs, spread wide in anticipation for me, her beautiful pussy soaked with her juices, I felt like a fucking idiot.
I’d almost missed out on seeingthis.
Sarah was fucking exquisite.
But her breasts were still covered.
I needed to seeallof her.
‘Can I take off your dress? I want to see your breasts.’
‘So polite.’ She grinned.
‘What? Because I asked?’
‘Yeah. And because you called thembreasts.’
‘Sarah, please will you allow me the pleasure of removing your dress so that I can suck on your tits. Better?’
‘Rip it off for all I care,’ she laughed, swiping her finger between her legs and scrambling my brain in the process. I needed to be inside her again.
‘You sure about that? Because I will.’
‘I dare you.’ She fixed her gaze on me.
I leant forward, gripped the fabric, then tore it in one swift move.
‘Fuck, that’s so hot,’ she said, her eyes wide.
‘This needs to go too.’ I leant behind her back and unclipped her bra, then threw it behind me before yanking what used to be her dress from beneath her and sending that to the ground too. ‘That’s better.’ I looked at Sarah spread naked across the table. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful.’
‘What about you?’ she said. ‘You’re still wearing clothes. That’s not fair.’
‘You’re right.’ I stepped out of my trousers and boxers that were round my ankles, then started unbuttoning my shirt.
‘No. Let me.’ Sarah sat up, leant forward, then started undoing the buttons slowly before dragging off my shirt. ‘You are a fucking god,’ she said, running her hands over my bare chest, her eyes wide.
‘Careful, you’ll give me a big head.’
