I took him by the hand and led him to the middle of the gallery, which had been ground zero for all things naughty when the Kink Lab party had been in full swing. With the usual furniture returned to its normal place, the room was now anchored by a medium-sized conference table surrounded by eight chairs. I pushed Sumner up against the table’s edge until his ass was resting on it, and wedged myself between his legs.
With my hands holding his face, I pressed my forehead to his and took a deep inhale of h
is delicious scent, some sort of combination of plain soap and clean, masculine skin.
God, I could get used to that.
Angling my head back, he kissed the top of my nose, a touch so tender and intimate a lump rose in my throat. His lips wandered to my mouth for a sumptuous kiss. I was so spellbound, I’d barely realized that he’d unbuttoned my blouse until his hands cupped my breasts, the lace of my white bra sliding down to expose heated skin.
I wanted to not think of anything, and we were headed in the perfect direction for just that.
Sumner thumbed my hard, aching nipples, and even more so when I arched my back to give more of myself. I shrugged my blouse off my shoulders until it fluttered to the floor, then reached to unhook my bra. When my breasts were fully exposed, he lowered his mouth to them and tormented me with licks and nibbles. My head dropped back, my hair swinging behind me and brushing my waist, reminding me I had a skirt and panties to remove.
But before I could, Sumner was on the job, unzipping me and then hooking his fingers in my thong to push my clothes below my ass. I wriggled the rest of the way out of them and fumbled for his belt and fly, eager to get into his pants. We’d never been naked together before then, having kissed only briefly the night he brought me home from the first Kink Lab I’d attended.
And our coming together felt as natural as anything ever had for me—certainly more natural than the first, awkward time I’d been with Devon.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful,” Sumner said, looking me up and down. His words melted me, and at that moment, I would have done anything for him. He slipped off the conference table to finish removing his clothes.
And lord, if he wasn’t beautiful himself, wearing nothing more than his birthday suit. He lowered me to the sheepskin rug in front of the gallery’s decorative fireplace and spread my legs apart. Positioning himself between them, his hands smoothed over my feverish skin. I writhed under him, and we’d only just gotten started.
He pushed my breasts together, kissing them, then moving his lips down my abdomen. They brushed across my belly, leaving me quivering and exploding in goosebumps.
He traveled lower still, toward my aching sex. When he got close enough, his warm breath brushed over me before he actually touched me. I was wild with desire and frantic for release.
And just when I thought I’d lose my mind, his tongue traveled the length of my slit, parting my lips to get to my soaked core. His finger teased at my opening and slowly worked its way in, making a come here motion that had me screaming in a matter of seconds.
My head rolled back and forth over the sheepskin, and I wove my fingers into his hair, taking fistfuls and pulling hard to release the tension from my drawn-out orgasm.
“Goddamn, your pussy tastes good.”
He moved to zero in on my clit, his lips forming a perfect suction around my hard little nub.
“God, Sumner. That feels so nice…” I murmured, just as I was shattered by another orgasm.
He slowed his attentions, moaning lightly. I raised my head to see his hard cock in his hand, moving with slow strokes as he pulled back from my still-throbbing pussy.
“I’m getting a condom, baby,” he said, turning to reach for the trousers that lay on the floor in the puddle of our clothing.
My hands flew to my sensitive clit, and while I watched him unroll the condom over his brutally hard cock, I made light circles. My entire sex was soaked with my juices. I was ready for him and his thick erection.
He positioned my knees over his shoulders and aimed his cock at the notch of my opening. I gasped as he entered an inch, opening me slowly, in preparation for all of him.
He pushed further. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah…give it to me. Fuck me, Sumner,” I whimpered.
It was inconceivable that, even though I’d already come twice, I needed more. I needed him.
So he drove into me until he was balls-deep and pulled back out, pistoning with a fury that left us both breathless, him moaning, and me screaming. His orgasm, marked by a growl that grew louder and louder, sparked mine. This time, I felt a satisfaction that was complete. I was whole, and strong, and femininely powerful.
“God, baby, I’m coming,” he murmured.
I watched him, his eyes closed and face tense, grinding his teeth until the urge to explode was satisfied. His pumping slowed as his face relaxed and his eyes opened, gazing down at me.
“You are fucking amazing,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.
He lay next to me on the rug and pulled me into his arms. Our legs entwined, and I buried my head in his chest, lightly damp with perspiration from our exertion.