“Lie back,” he says.
I nod and lie my back down against the countertop. It's cold, but I barely notice because I’m too focused on how close his face is to my pussy. God, I’m wet just thinking about him touching me there. He smirks at me and kneels down so he’s at just the right level, then he slides his tongue right along my entrance. His eyes don’t leave mine, but I love that he’s watching me. It’s a huge turn-on.
“Holy crap,” I gasp as he pushes his tongue inside me. I gasp and reach for his hair, my body flinching as his tongue fucks me. I grip hold of his hair and pull him closer.
“You’re an impatient little thing,” he chuckles.
He slows down again and circles his tongue around my clit. I groan, barely able to handle it. My legs tense as he slides his hand up over my stomach, holding me down. I gasp, my back arching as the tip of his tongue massages my clit. Oh God. I groan, crying out as I orgasm, my body shuddering as I hold his head against my entrance.
He lifts his head, his lips finding mine. I whimper as the taste of me on his mouth hits my senses. He pulls me to the edge of the counter. I smirk as I trail my hand down over his pants, lowering his zipper as I reach inside his pants to free his cock. I swallow, curling my fingers into a fist around his thick shaft, impressed with his size.
He groans, jumping at my touch. I look him in the eye as I slide my fist along his length. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, placing it between his teeth. I watch impatiently as he tears it open and rolls it over his erection, then he grips my hips, yanking me onto his length.
“Oh,” I gasp, as he thrusts into me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my pussy still throbbing from earlier, as he fills me. He grunts, bouncing me on his length, before lifting me into his arms and carrying me over to the couch. He sits down, with me on his lap, kissing me while he thrusts inside me.
“Fuck that feels good,” I whisper as I slide up and down his shaft.
He grunts in response, his hand exploring my back while his tongue rolls around my nipples. He bites down, making me shriek, just as my body begins to convulse for a second time.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” I mutter.
My breathing shallows as I wrap my arms around his neck, my thighs tensing as I ride him. He groans and bucks his hips against me hard as he releases. I press my mouth against his while he’s deep inside me, my pussy contracting around him.
Gasping, I roll off him and lay on the couch, sweaty and out of breath. He takes my hand and kisses it, pulling me into his arms. I giggle, not sure what I’m finding so amusing. He raises his eyebrows at me, which makes me laugh harder.
“Glad you find fucking me that amusing,” he says with a glint in his eyes.
“Sorry,” I say, still catching my breath. “I’m just…” I shake my head. “I can’t believe that actually happened.”
“Give me half hour and it’ll happen again,” he chuckles. I blush, not sure if he’s serious or not.
We lay there, talking about everything and nothing for what feels like hours. I stifle a yawn, which makes me glance back into the kitchen at the clock on the wall. It’s nearly eleven. I frown, wondering where the time went. We haven’t even eaten dinner.
“I guess we should order a pizza or something,” he says, reading my mind.
“Pizza would be nice,” I grin.
#
It’s nearly midnight by the time we finish eating. I’m so tired and still shocked about what happened earlier, but I know I need to go home. I get to my feet and smile shyly at him.
What happens now? Do I kiss him again?
I hate that awkward feeling of not knowing where things stand. He takes my hand, making the decision for me as he pulls me into his arms. My heart races as he presses his lips against mine, our tongues clashing.
“I better go,” I mumble.
“You could stay here,” he suggests. I’m so tempted to say yes, but all my things are back home, and it would just make getting to work tomorrow an even bigger rush.
“No. I better get home. Thanks though,” I say, “and sorry I ruined your dinner.”
He chuckles. “You can ruin my dinner anytime. Let me drive you home.”
I wave him off. “Go to bed. I can catch a cab.” I lean up and give him another kiss on the lips, my cheeks flushing. “See you tomorrow…” I glance at my phone. “Today, later at work.”