She laughs low, but it’s a nervous laugh. “Maybe. I always thought alcohol must taste terrible, but those coolers were like candy.”
“Don’t try to change the subject, Hattie. We were talking about you wanting me to fuck you last night.” I place my hand on her waist and tug her back, forcing her to feel the turgid length of my cock pressing against my dress pants.
She sucks in a breath but doesn’t say a word.
“Did you mean what you said?”
She nods.
“Words, Hattie.”
“Yes, I meant it. But I shouldn’t have forced myself onto you.”
I grind my hips into her, and she leans her head back into my chest. “Babe, if you hadn’t been drinking, I would’ve had youbent over my desk with your pussy wrapped around my cock so fast your head would spin.”
Hattie arches his hips into me, and I groan at the press of her against my hard length.
“Is that what you still want?”
She nods. “Yes.” Her answer feels like triumph through my veins.
“Then you’ll get it. But not tonight.”
“What?” She tries to turn around, but I keep her where she is by pressing my hips forward so she’s pinned between the counter and me.
“I appreciate the lasagna, but what I really want is to taste you.” Reaching down, I gently pull up her pencil skirt until it sits around her waist, then I step back. With one hand on either side of her hips, I slide down her blue silk panties. My hand moves to my groin, and I squeeze the head of my erection while I admire her bare ass. “Don’t move.”
Fuck, it’s so perfect I want to take a bite out of it.
“Are you sure you want to go down this road with me?”
I watch from behind as her head moves up and down. “Yes.” Her hands grip the edge of the counter.
“Put your arms in front of you across the counter.”
She does as I say, and I groan, squeezing my cock again. Then I step up to her. With one hand on either side of her hips, I lift her so that her hips are at the edge of the counter, her feet dangling below.
“Is that comfortable enough?”
Her cheek lies against the counter when she nods, and I see the slight tremor in her hands.
“Try to relax. You’re going to enjoy this.” I don’t even have to ask to know that she’s never been eaten out before.
My hand trails a path down her back and over the curve of her ass as I lower to my knees. Then with one hand on each of her ass cheeks, I spread her. She’s already glistening with arousal, and my mouth waters for a taste.
As I lean in and take the first swipe with my tongue, some part of me celebrates the fact that I’m the first one to ever do so. I’m the only one on this earth who knows how this woman tastes. Hattie’s body jolts under my tongue, and I press her against the counter to keep her in place.
“Such a pretty pussy. How long do you think it will take me to make you come? Should I draw it out, or take it easy on you?”
“Please, Bastion…”
“Please what?” I use my tongue to play with her clit.
She moans. “Please, please make me come.”
The desperation in her words undoes some of my control, and I lean in, devouring her, unable to get enough of her sweet taste. I fuck her entrance with my tongue for a bit, then return to her swollen bud. Her breaths grow heavier, her moans louder.
I make a few swipes with my tongue through the whole of her sex, stopping the last time to pay extra attention to her puckered hole. Hattie’s hand slaps the counter in response, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
