I speared it and brought it to her mouth. She chewed it slowly, making the same sound she had when she tasted the wine. Her eyes, instead of rolling back in her head, stayed fixed on mine.
She motioned with her hands to her boobs, but I had a different idea. Instead of going for seconds, I brought my lips to her mouth.
“Mmm,” I moaned, finally finding my voice. “You taste so…damn…good.” I cupped her face with both my hands and pressed against her lips with my tongue, thrusting inside when she opened to me. When I angled my head and went deeper, Tara wrapped her arms around my neck.
I reached down and put both hands on her ass, lifting until her legs went around my waist.
“What do you want a taste of now, baby?”
She plastered her mouth against mine and kissed me as hard as I’d kissed her. After a few moments of dueling tongues, I pulled back. “Does this mean it’s my turn again?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I carried her around the counter and set her on her ass where I had the other night. Just like then, she leaned back, resting against the cool stone. I unfastened the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper.
Since it was my turn, and I knew what I wanted to taste, I pulled her jeans and panties over her curves, and down until they fell to the floor.
“Put your feet here,” I said, lifting one and then the other so they rested on the edge of the counter. “Drop your knees.”
Tara was spread out before me, and I intended not just to taste, but to eat my fill.
When I ran my tongue through her moist folds, she whimpered. I reached up with one hand and pinched the nipple I’d had a taste of. I’d get back to the other one soon.
I drank in her wetness and gently inserted one finger into her pussy. Tara’s back arched, and she wove her fingers in my hair. She could pull all she wanted, but I had no intention of breaking the seal my lips had on her sex.
I added a second finger and brushed her clit with the pad of my thumb. A groan built deep in her chest, slowly working it’s way up her neck until it came out of her mouth in a scream. I sucked in everything she gave me, grasping her hips with both hands to keep her from writhing away from my mouth.
“I’m not finished,” I murmured when she tried to twist away.
“I can’t…” she whined.
“Wanna bet?” I dove back in, licking while my fingers continued their assault on every part of her perfect pussy. Her hands pulled at my hair, but my sense of taste and smell overpowered any feeling of pain.
“Come on, Catarina. Give it to me again.”
Instead of another scream, this time, she cried out her pleasure. The build was slower, but the wetness on my lips was no less voluminous.
I kissed my way up her body, stopping to taste the nipple she’d deprived me of early. I remained there, going back and forth between both breasts until I felt the tension in her body ease.
I looked up, and her eyes were open, studying me. “Your turn,” I said with a grin.
14
Tara
Ben held his hand out to help me sit up. The stone counter felt ice cold on my overheated pussy, and I wiggled.
“Here,” he said, handing me my panties, but I didn’t want them. I shook my head and pushed him back so I could stand. He turned to walk away, and I grabbed the belt loop on the back of his pants. He peered over his shoulder and smiled. “No more veggies?”
“Not now.”
He took a drink of wine and rested against the counter. I put my hands on the waist of his jeans and sunk to my knees in front of him, easing open his zipper and gasping when I realized he wore nothing under them.
He grabbed my wrists before I could lower the
m any farther. “Catarina…”
I wriggled from his grasp.