“This is what I wanted,” she said. “God, it feels so good.” She collapsed face-down on the table, her head turned to the side and hair fell over her face, fluttering on her rapid breathing. The change in angle catapulted me into the end sequence. Too late to pull back now. My hand latched onto her shoulder, holding her in place.
Every muscle in my lower body got involved so I could work like a piston. I fucked her as the wolf inside wanted to. Primal and basic. She cried out my name but it was dulled with my pulse screaming in my ears. My vision narrowed to a tunnel as both hands tensed; one dug into her shoulder and the other took a fistful of her long hair.
“Shit, oh fuck . . .” I groaned, and then there were no more words. I came, hot and hard in a fucking rush like nothing else. My body shook from the detonation of pleasure, vacating my mind.
Even as the orgasm began to subside, I struggled to bring my brain back online. Okay, her turn. You got yours and it was pretty fucking spectacular. Make this right.
Noemi lay still. Her glazed eyes blinked sluggishly as I slid out of her the final time. I took off the condom and folded in my paper napkin, then pulled up my pants. I tugged my zipper closed quickly. Meanwhile, she carefully pushed herself up to stand, and bent as if attempting to pull up her pants.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I said.
She froze, her eyes growing wide.
“You think I’m done with you, little girl?”
Anxiety lingered in her expression. I was completely dressed again, and her pants were below her knees now. Her hands clasped together and she subtly pressed them over her legs.
“Are you trying to hide that pretty pussy from me?” I moved in close so I was a breath away, staring down into her hazel eyes. “You know I’ve already seen it. I’ve already tasted it.” And I was about to do it again.
I lifted my foot and put it between her knees, pushing her pants down to her ankles. “Sit on the table and lie back.”
Her expression shifted to alarm. “But we just—”
She didn’t follow my directions, so I put my hands on her hips and lifted, seating her on the edge of the table with a thump that once again rattled the silverware. I used a sharp tone. “Lie back.”
The veneer squealed faintly under her bare skin as she moved. I righted the chair I’d knocked over and sat, scooping my hands under the backs of her knees.
“Up,” I urged.
She didn’t understand my intention until her knees were above my head and I ducked down inside the circle of her legs. Her ankles were bound by the pants holding them there, resting behind my neck. She was spread open to me and her gaze darted to mine, nervous. She was checking to see my reaction to her being completely exposed.
I smiled. “You’re so fucking sexy, you have no idea.”
She pushed out the breath she must have been holding. I ran the pad of my thumb ever-so slowly down her slit, and she twitched from the touch. Sensitive. I shifted an inch closer in my seat, settling in, and got to work.
“Oh . . .” It was quiet from her, but rang loud as hell in my ears. My hands curled around her thighs while I used my mouth, running the tip of my tongue over every wet inch of her pussy, before zeroing in on the spot that would bring her home.
A hand crept onto the top of my head. There wasn’t pressure in her touch, it was like she wanted to hold on. Her other hand found mine on her thigh, gripping my fingers. I squeezed her right back, and nuzzled.
A new moan slipped from her, verging on a whimper, which changed abruptly when I eased a finger inside her body. My tongue fluttered in a Z-pattern over her clit, and my finger searched for the spongy spot deep inside that created a more intense orgasm.
Fingernails raked softly over my scalp and the hand clutching my fingers went white-knuckled.
“Oh my God, that feels amazing,” she whispered.
A fire was building in Noemi, it was obvious from the way she writhed on the table. But she seemed to reach a plateau of pleasure, never getting all the way to the apex. The rapid thrust of my finger, which was coated in her arousal, was hard to maintain. My tongue was starting to get tired and my jaw ached, but I wasn’t going to stop. Nothing lasts forever.
“Look at me,” I said, pulling back so I could catch my breath. I locked gazes with her from between her thighs, but continued to fuck her with my finger. “It’s going to happen, baby girl, just relax and breathe. I’m doing this until you come. I don’t care if this place opens and other people come in. Would you like that, if people watched me licking your sweet pussy?”
Her eyes hooded and a strange tingle warmed inside my chest. The good girl liked the sound of that, even if she wouldn’t dare say it out loud. I shook her hold off and shoved my hand up her shirt, palming her bra-covered breast. Her back arched, as desperate as I was for the touch.
All the effort was taking its toll on me, because I was growing hard, again. Unreal. I found her nipple through the bra and rolled it between my fingers, pinching. Gentle at first, until I dipped my head back down and sucked her clit between my lips.
“Shit!” She bucked under my lips. Hearing the profanity from her good girl mouth turned up the heat. Christ, soon I’d be full-mast from going down on her, not ten minutes after coming harder than I had in forever. And then what? I was out of condoms. Why the fuck didn’t I carry more than one?
I’d have to calm down and wait until later. I already knew once wasn’t going to be enough with her, and that was before she’d revealed the boy she’d slept with was a selfish motherfucking prick.
The harder I pinched at her, the louder she got, encouraging me. Did she like a little sting of pain? This girl was a special order, made just for me. I touched her everywhere I could, moving two fingers inside.