“Just in case of what?”
“You decide you need a little stress relief.” He smirked.
The thought of Blade providing stress relief shot straight through me. My pussy was suddenly wet.
Blade advanced on me, backing me up against the table. I rested the palm of my hands on the thick wood.
“I can make you feel very relaxed,” Blade whispered against my mouth, “but first I have to get you a little excited.”
I was very excited. My panties were soaked. I had drunk enough wine and neglected to eat enough pasta that the sex-starved portion of my brain had commandeered the ship, taken off her bra, and was flashing passersby. Sex with Blade was starting to look like not just a good idea but the smart and correct choice.
Blade reached out, slowly undoing the row of pearly buttons on the dress. My chest rose and fell as he leaned forward to kiss me, claiming my mouth with his tongue as his hand reached into my bra to pull out my tits, stroking them, rubbing his thumb over the nipples, making them hard. My pussy was aching for him. I reached down and cupped the bulge in his pants.
“You know how to use that thing?” I asked, nipping his lip.
“You made me wait this long,” he teased. “Now you’re getting a little payback.” He kissed me hard then pressed kisses down to take one of my tits into his mouth, sucking it and rolling the nipple with his tongue. I moaned, and his hand pushed up under my dress to press against me. I panted as his fingers pushed the soaking panties aside and stroked the aching heat between my legs.
“Crap,” I whimpered, clutching his head as he teased my nipple and stroked my pussy. His fingers circled my clit but didn’t give me everything I needed. I moaned louder, spreading my legs for him. “I need you,” I moaned.
He pressed kisses along my neck to my mouth. I whimpered against his lips as he stroked my pussy, teasing my opening, then finally stroking my clit. The shock of pleasure made my hips buck, and I rocked against his hand as he brought me over the edge.
“Crap,” I panted.
My hair had come partially undone, and Blade carefully loosened it, setting the bobby pins on the table.
“I guess we should put the food up,” I said, blinking and twisting away from him. The motion put the hard bulge in his pants right below my belly button.
“Or, uh, I guess I should probably return the favor.”
Blade kissed my forehead. “This was supposed to destress you. I don’t think it worked if you’re able to form coherent sentences.”
“I—”
He crushed our mouths together, and I felt the pleasure bubbling just under the surface. He easily picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he took my mouth.
I ground against him; the bulge of his cock pressed against my pussy through the layers of fabric. I needed the panties gone immediately. Blade set me on the couch, and I reached for his pants, unzipping them and pressing my mouth against the silky boxer briefs. His hand tangled in my hair, and he held me still.
“I told you,” he said, tipping my head up and leaning down to kiss me hard, his other hand pressing against my tits. “I am providing the stress relief.”
He pressed our mouths together, kissing me hard and pushing me back against the couch. Then he moved, trailing his tongue over my bare skin, one hand tangling under the petticoats and full skirt to hook a finger on my panties. I panted as he pulled them down.
“You going to fuck me?” I whimpered as he stroked me.
“You have no idea how much I want to spread your legs and ram my cock in that tight, perfect little pussy of yours,” he murmured.
I spread my legs wider, needing to feel him. I wanted his huge cock in me, filling me, taking me.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
Blade smiled, hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, then pressed his mouth against me. His mouth felt a thousand times better than his fingers. It was the difference between imitation vanilla and freshly scooped vanilla beans. He was smooth and hard, and his tongue was making twisting motions that made me cry out.
“Don’t stop!” I begged as he stroked me slowly and deliberately. He slid two fingers into my opening, stroking me, then added a third, making me groan.
“I want your cock,” I panted.
He didn’t stop to answer, but one of his large hands grabbed my ass hard. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he worked my clit, his large hand holding me steady as I panted in time to his rhythm.
“I—”
