“Me too.” I lightly stroke her clit before slowly removing my hands from between her legs. “Tuck, no…” Her eyes practically roll back in her head, and her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink as she voices her displeasure, but that groan turns into a moan when I grip her hips, and with a quick tug, bring her pussy to the edge of the table. I stroke my cock a couple of times and she bites down on her lip, waiting for me to take her where she needs to go. Where we both need to go.
Two seconds later, I power into her, and her head falls back, the pleasure on her face tightening something in my chest. Jesus, I love pleasing her, love the way she reacts to my touch.
“Babe,” I moan, while I still have the ability to talk. “You are so hot and wet for me.” I brush her hair back and her eyes lock on mine. “Do you know how much that fucks me over?”
“Why don’t you show me,” she murmurs, and I’m grateful, because as she tightens around my hard cock, coherent words become a thing of the past.
I grip her hips harder, my thumbs leaving indents as I power into her, and she leans back on her arms, lifting herself off the table to welcome each hard thrust. My cock throbs, the sensations overwhelming me, but I don’t want to come, not yet. If this ends up being my last time with her, I want to draw it out, make it last as long as possible.
I slide a hand between her legs and stroke her clit. She’s soaked and slippery as I circle her puckered nub, enjoying the little mewling sounds she’s making. My gaze goes to her tits, the way her nipples are so hard and aroused and my mouth waters for a taste. Why didn’t I spend more time there?
Next time, I’ll be sure to do just that.
Dear God, please let there be a next time. Even as that thought hits, I’m well aware that there shouldn’t even be a first time—or rather this second time—yet here we are. I wish I could say I regret stepping into this kitchen.
Her hands go around my back, her nails dragging against my skin as her teeth scrape my shoulder. I angle my body, changing the pace and rhythm, wanting her to climax again, but this time around on my pistoning cock. I drive deep and her mouth opens, no sound escaping as I hit her cervix. Her entire body shudders around me, and my teeth clench down hard, desperate to fill her with my seed, but knowing it’s far too soon.
Her legs tighten around my hips, and one hand goes to my chest as she balances her body with the other. I reach behind her, brace my hand on her back to help her. Her sex is so hot and wet I easily slide in and out and her fingers circle my hard nipple, before moving to my abs. God, I love the way her soft palm feels on my skin.
Her breathing grows faster. So does mine, and we create a rhythm of giving and taking that is so natural for us, like our bodies have been together numerous times. Everything about her feels right. Does she feel it too?
“Tuck,” she cries, and I pull her up, her breasts against my chest as I bury my face in the crook of her neck and give her what she needs. “Yes, just like that.”
I pump hard and fast, one finger on her clit as our bodies grind. Her fingers rake through my hair, tugging and then a keening cry catches in her throat as her muscles clench hard around my cock.
“Fuck yes.” I gulp air, heat zinging through me as her liquid heat sears my cock. “Baby, you feel so good.”
She doesn’t speak, she just continues to pulse around me and it’s all I can do to help her ride it out as I hold back my own release. Her breath is hot on my skin as she pants, and I keep pounding into her, as her juices coat my cock and balls.
“You like that, baby? You like coming around my cock?”
“Tuck,” she murmurs, as the tremors in her body slowly subside and once her body stops spasming, she inches back, and places her hands on the table behind her. She glances down between our bodies. “I want to feel your cum.”
“Fuck,” is all I can get out before I begin to pound harder. I glance down too, watching as I sink into her, then pull almost all of the way out. “You like watching me fuck you?”
“Yes,” she says, her cheeks pink, her eyes glazed as she widens her legs, like she’s offering me so much more than just her body. “It is so good with you.”
“Yeah, baby,” I agree. “It’s so good with you.”
As soon as those words leave my mouth, her gaze lifts to mine, and there’s something there, something warm, and sweet, and beautiful. My heart tightens as it passes between us. Honest to God, I’m not sure any other woman has ever looked at me the way she’s looking at me right now. It reminds me that Maria is an amazing woman and what’s between us is pretty fucking surreal.
But…
Her hand touches my face, and as I lean into her palm, I drive deep and give into the intense pressure between my legs.
“Tuck,” she gasps as I pump my seed into her. “I feel you.”
I stay buried deep and capture her mouth, kissing her with everything I feel for her. She moans into my mouth, and we stay like that until I’m fully depleted. I break the kiss and inch back.
“Baby, that was incredible.”
Again.
I cup the back of her head, and put my forehead against hers. We both hold each other, our heavy breaths mingle in the quiet kitchen. I touch her lightly, and she quivers as I run the tips of my fingers up and down her arm. I swallow against a dry throat, and when she does the same, I inch back.
“Stay here.” I go to the sink, and glance at her over my shoulder. The mere sight of her on my table, legs still wide fills me with a primal need to possess like I’ve never felt before.
I take a sip of water and then hand the glass to her. “Thank you.” She takes a big drink and when she’s done, I finish it, and set the glass on the counter. A shiver goes through her when I return.
