“That was the most spoiled thing you’ve said to me,” I said, laughing. “Your housekeeper keeps your life together.”
“First world problems,” he joked.
“You have a big heart,” I said, smiling. “Even if you try to hide it from everyone.”
“Seriously, though,” he said, taking another bite. “This is delicious. Thank you.”
I beamed, knowing that he really liked my cooking, something I was very confident in. I loved cooking for other people, and I always thought that if my teaching career ever imploded, I would open a restaurant and cook whatever I wanted. It would be good, home-cooked food from scratch. I had worked up a whole business idea in my head that incorporated the non-profit I wanted to start and other ways that I could help the community. It was definitely a pipe dream, but I enjoyed thinking about it, especially when things started to get rough at home. I guessed I was a dreamer, someone who hid behind a fantasy to escape the stress of their reality. I was realistic about it, and I didn’t always do it that way, but I definitely would retreat to those dreams whenever I wanted to get my mind off of things.
We sat quietly and enjoyed our meal. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but instead, it was just two people enjoying each other’s company over a hot meal and some wine. I loved this part of the day, and I found that it was even better, sharing it with Blaine. We both finished our plates at the same time, leaning back and stretching with full bellies. He yawned and rubbed his stomach, looking up at me with a smile.
“That was delicious,” he said. “So, what’s for dessert?”
“Me,” I said, feeling extra feisty.
We sat there for several moments, half-laughing and trying to figure out if we were serious. His eyes began to darken as I lifted my foot up, running it up his thigh and across his crotch, hidden from view by the table between us. I could feel his cock starting to grow as his pants tightened under my foot. I leaned in a bit further and pressed down, running my leg across his and pushing down on his dick. He groaned and took the napkin out of his lap, tossing it on the table and leaning back in his chair. For several moments, our comfortable silence turned into intense lustful silence, and I could feel my pussy begin to get wet. He was so sexy, sitting across the table in his polo and jeans, and instantly, I was turned on by the noises coming from his throat.
He reached down into his lap and pushed down on my foot as it worked its way up his hard shaft. He got rock-solid fast, and I could only imagine how uncomfortable that was for him in those pants. I looked over at him and caught his deep, dark stare, wondering what was going through his mind. I had wanted him all day, and now that I had him in front of me, I was just waiting until we both buckled under the pressure. He took a deep breath and put my foot down, sliding his chair back and standing up. I watched as he walked around the table and grabbed me, pulling me to my feet. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me up in the air, turning and setting me down on the cold granite countertop behind us. I could f
eel the heat of passion in him as he ran his fingers down my chest and began to unbutton my top.
Before he took it all the way off, he pulled my pants and my panties off with a rush, obviously losing some of his self-control. He pulled my body forward and yanked my legs apart, diving his face down in between my legs. He reached up and stroked through my folds, sticking out his tongue and licking the length of me. I reached down and ran my hands across the smooth granite, moaning loudly at the feeling of his mouth on my skin. He groaned into my pussy, responding to my cries of passion. His fingers moved down, and he looked up at me as he slid two of them inside of me. My head flew back, and I grabbed my tits, squeezing them hard as he fingered me. His mouth curled up into a smile as I gripped down on my breasts and breathed heavily at the feeling of his fingers inside of me.
He licked my clit several times and then stood up, gripping the countertop as leverage. He leaned forward and kissed my ear as he continued to push his hand in and out of me. His hot breath against my neck added to the buildup.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I moaned loudly.
“You want it harder?”
I nodded my head up and down. He bit his bottom lip and began to finger fuck me as hard and as deep as he could go. I screamed out in ecstasy, feeling him pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. I wanted him so badly, but his hands moved like magic, caressing the inside of me like nothing I had ever felt before. He leaned back over and began to lick my clit at the same speed as his fingers. I reached my hand down and grabbed his hair, feeling my resolve to hold off begin to crumble inside of me. The heat in my stomach was inflamed, and with every lick of his tongue and every flicker of his fingertips, the blaze grew bigger and bigger. I leaned back on my elbows, breathing loud and deep, screaming out every time he plunged his fingers deep inside of me. He looked up at me and smiled, flickering his tongue against my nub before closing his mouth and sucking hard on it.
“I’m going to come,” I screamed out, holding his hair.
As soon as the words left my mouth, he picked up the pace again, and without a thought, I exploded into orgasm. My legs shook wildly around his head, and my body twitched beneath him. That was a welcome surprise, but it was far from over.
Chapter 13
Blaine
I could feel her body tensing and shaking beneath me as she came hard into my hand and mouth. I loved the way she felt, the way she tasted, the way she sounded, and everything else about her hot fucking body. I gripped her hip and continued to move my fingers in and out of her, pushing her orgasm to the next level. I could feel her pussy contracting against my fingers, and I wished at that moment, it had been my cock. She was so tight and so sexy, I was having a hard time resisting her. However, I didn’t need to resist her for very long. Before she was even done with her orgasm, she grabbed my face and moaned her words.
“Oh, God,” she screamed. “Fuck me, please.”
I inhaled deeply and let it out. There was no holding back anymore. No more teasing. No more letting the heat build up between us in a slow burn. I needed her as badly as she needed me, and I couldn’t wait another fucking second to bury myself inside her.
I pulled her from the counter and spun her around, bending her over the countertop. I stepped forward, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, and pulling my cock out of my boxers. I didn’t even feel like I had enough time to take my pants off completely. I pushed her legs open and grabbed my cock by the base of the shaft. Before I pushed into her, I sighed, reaching into my back pocket and pulling a condom out of my wallet. I tore it open and pushed it on my dick, resuming the position and fingering her quickly to get those juices flowing. She reached across the counter and hung on as I thrust forward, pushing my shaft through her juices and deep down inside of her.
I could hear the muffled moans escaping her lips as I fucked her, pushing in deep and then slowly pulling out, feeling every ripple in her pussy. Everything about this woman was amazing. I put my arm on her back and grasped her shoulder, thrusting forward and listening to the moans that matched my movements. I reached my other hand around her waist and rubbed her clit, feeling her body getting tenser and tenser. My hips began to move quickly, and my body slammed against hers. The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed through the house, and the cabinets shook as I began to lose control. I pulled both hands to her waist and fucked her deep, rolling my head back as my cock bulged and pulsated inside of her. She grasped tighter to the counter and screamed out.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”
I was exactly where she was, and I gritted my teeth as our bodies collided over and over again, until I could feel the rush of pleasure surging through every muscle in my body. I groaned loudly, pushing up on my toes as I sank deep inside of her, my seed bursting out of my cock. My hips continued to push inside of her, trying to go as deeply as possible as she climaxed, sending waves through her wetness and vibrating down my shaft. My body shook, and my knees went weak, forcing me to lay my body across hers. I pressed my lips against her neck, trying to catch my breath. My heels touched back down, and I slowly pulled out of her. She turned around, slowly holding herself by the counter and shaking her head.
“Wow,” she said with a breathless chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” I said, breathing heavily as well. “I couldn’t help myself.”