Josie
Mace followed me into the kitchen, lugging the bags of food.
I could feel him watching me as I bent down.
"See something sweet you want to eat?" I asked, doing my best Jessica Rabbit pose with a bag of chocolate candy.
"Maybe," he said. He voice was deep, and his eyes were heavily lidded. I didn't know if I wanted him to go down on me or push me against the counter and fuck me, but having him stand there staring was messing up my equilibrium.
I opened the bag of chocolate and took out a few pieces.
"Or are you looking for dessert and a show?" I did my best impression of a sexy dance while holding a bag of chocolate.
Unwrapping a piece of the chocolate, I put it between my teeth and crooked a finger. Mace slowly came over and pressed our mouths together, taking it. It was heady.
"I knew you would taste good with chocolate all over you," I whispered against his mouth.
"You really make me crazy," he said. I could feel him hard through his pants.
Mace pulled at my shirt, undoing it. He pulled out a breast and sucked at the hard nipple, making me gasp. His hands slowly slid under my skirt.
"I love how wet you are," Mace rumbled in my ear as two fingers stroked me through my panties, making me moan.
"We should go to the tiny house," I gasped, pushing at him. "This kitchen is so amazing that if you fucked me here, I think I might just disintegrate from too much awesome at once."
"You think I'm awesome," Mace said, grinning against me then moving back up to kiss me hard.
"You gave an impressive debut performance in the tiny house," I replied, grinding against the hand he held against my panties.
"For the past few days, I've been dreaming about fucking your tight, hot pussy, all soaking wet for my cock. And in none of those dreams did it take place in the tiny house," he growled in my ear. Then he picked me up and carried me to the back stairway.
"I fantasized about fucking you in the office," he murmured, "listening to you moan and whimper every time I slid my thick cock into you while you bent over your desk." I moaned.
"I also wanted to fuck you in the car," he said, nipping my ear as he pushed through the upstairs door. My legs were wrapped tightly around him as he carried me down the hallway. I undid his shirt buttons, wanting to feel the hardness of his chest against my bare tits.
"But my bed is closer," he continued, pushing through another door and setting me on the dark-colored bedspread. That delicious smell was everywhere. I couldn't help myself. I turned over and buried my face in the fabric.
"It smells so good," I moaned. There was a softwhumpfas Mace's clothes hit the floor. He pulled off my rumpled skirt and shirt. My nipples were hard against the bedspread, and I grabbed fistfuls of it as Mace spread my legs and began to slowly lick me.
"I thought you wanted to fuck," I groaned as his tongue lapped at my pussy, circling my clit.
"I want to draw this out."
"And I want your cock," I gasped. "You're not the only one with fantasies. One of mine involves drizzling chocolate all over you and very, very slowly licking it off."
He laughed against me. "You'll have to table that because I'm the one licking you slowly tonight."
I cursed as he slid two fingers into me, crooking them slightly.
"Why don't you replace those with your cock?" I moaned.
He moved to hover over me. Still stroking me, Mace whispered in my ear, "You want my cock, huh?"
"Yes," I gasped. There was the tearing sound of a condom wrapper, and I almost came right there from the anticipation. I spread my legs and lifted my hips slightly, letting out a cry when he slid into me. One of his hands reached up to pinch and roll my nipple as he slowly thrust into me.
"Harder," I moaned. "I want to feel you."
He ignored me and continued to slowly thrust into me. The pleasure was excruciating. My heart yammered, and my legs felt tight.
