Keeping Score

“Right here?” She looked skeptical.

My fingers flicked the button on her shorts as I shimmied them over her firm ass and toned thighs. I lifted her easily onto the table as she gasped at my quickness.

“You’re fucking hot. You know that?”

I dipped to kiss her, my tongue running between her lush soft lips. She purred under the kiss, sucking on my tongue, nipping at my mouth for more. Hell, she was a spitfire disguised as an angel. A beautiful angel I was going to spend the rest of the night with. My cock was hard against my jeans.

My fingers found their favorite place between her slice of heaven. I circled once before she closed her eyes, biting down on her lip with pleasure. I exhaled in a growl and fought the urge to sink into her now.

I ran my fingers between her slick folds, drawing deep thrusts from her hips. I kissed her harder, grabbing a handful of hair and smashing her mouth to mine. She tasted like the sweetness of rain. I had to know if the rest of her was just as sweet.

I broke from her mouth, dropping to my knees. She started to protest, but I yanked her ass toward the edge of the table, propped her feet on my shoulders, and ripped the thin cotton panties off her thighs.

“Oh God.” Her head reeled back in passion.

I wanted every bit of her swollen clit. I teased it with my tongue, flicking with quick strokes. Her juices flowed freely and I grinned. Everything about this was going to be epic.

“God,” she muttered.

“That’s right, baby,” I growled before sucking her clit with controlling force. Her heels dug into my shoulders and she jutted forward, spreading her wide for my access.

I licked and lapped. Stroked and pumped until she panted.

“I’m going to …”

“Oh yeah.” My dick was so hard I thought I’d come like this too. Watching this beautiful woman lose it from my tongue.

I pumped my fingers inside her, widening them as my tongue stroked her clit. I was generous in bed. Or in the back of a bar. I wanted her to come as many times as humanly possible.

Her breathing was heavy and throaty. “Hawk, oh God.”

I reached for my zipper as the first wave of her orgasm started to roll. I wanted to feel this. The constricting walls of her pussy squeezing my cock. Just a taste. I wanted to be inside her once or twice in this ecstasy.

Her pussy tightened around my fingers. She was so close I could feel it building in her. Her breath was coming in short small gasps.

“Come for me. I want to feel you.” I freed my dick just as her eyes opened and landed on my monstrous erection. I was going to make it so we would be breathless and senseless with just a little taste.

I rose from my knees. Keeping one hand pumping in and out of her, the other guiding my cock to her tight heated paradise.

“Hawk,” she whimpered.

“Is that what you want? You want me?”

She nodded. “I swear I’ve never done this. But, please…”

She didn’t have to explain to me how ecstasy had taken her off a cliff. It was driving her towards an edge she’d never experienced before. I got it. I knew it. I wanted to give it to her.

“You’re fucking gorgeous. Do you know that.”

I was so close to pushing inside her.

One.

Two.

Three pumps of my fingers. I nudged the tip of my cock against her opening. I hissed at the fire between her legs. She was hot as lava.

And then we heard it. Our heads jerked. There was loud banging on the door. The fist to wood sound that hammered into both of us. Fuck. Who in the hell was ruining this perfect symphony?