“Oh, sweetheart, that feels wonderful.”
She sucked and licked, driving him wild. Within moments, she had him ready to burst at the seams, so he stilled her head.
“Okay, honey, it’s time to stop. As much as I love your delightful mouth, there’s somewhere else I’d like to be right now.”
Dani released him and stood up, her sultry gaze telling him she’d like a few things right now, too. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, then sucked and licked his lips, driving him wild. He pressed back on her shoulders and decided to take control again. After all, that’s the scenario she’d set up.
He gazed at her lovely face, then reached around and opened the barrette holding her hair in the coil at the back of her head. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders. He ran his fingers through the silky strands, then smoothed it around her shoulders.
“Dani, go and check what’s in the oven.”
“Yes, sir.” She turned and crossed to the oven, then flicked on the oven light and leaned over.
He followed her and stroked her upper thighs, then glided under her skirt and caressed her round cheeks. Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and shifted her sideways, away from the stove to an area of open counter. She grasped the edge as he returned to stroking her round ass, then glided one hand between her thighs. As soon as he glided his fingers over the silky fabric of her thong, he felt her wetness. It had soaked right through the delicate fabric.
He grinned, gliding his hands up her body, cupping her breasts. He toyed with her nipples, then dipped one hand under her neckline and inside her bra cup to find her hard nipple. She moaned. He tugged the fabric down, both her bodice and the lace of her bra cups, baring both breasts, then tugged and squeezed her nipples until she moaned again.
He couldn’t take it any longer. He slid his hands under her skirt and found the elastic waistband of her thong and drew it down her long legs, dropping it to the floor. She kicked it aside as he eased her thighs wider. He stroked his member along her lovely ass, then nudged between her legs. She leaned forward, stretching her torso over the countertop.
“Oh,” she yelped softly.
“Something wrong?” he asked in concern.
“No, sir, it’s just the marble is cold.”
He touched her nipples. They were exceptionally hard and distended.
“Would you like a towel to rest on?” he asked.
“No, it’s . . . sexy.”
He laughed, but the thought of her soft breasts pressed flat on the hard, cold marble sent his cock throbbing even more. He stroked along her wet slit, then placed his cockhead against her again and eased forward. Her slick vagina swallowed him, inch by heavenly inch. When he was finally fully immersed in her heat, he held her tight against him, afraid to move because he was so . . . so close.
“Oh, Master Jamieson, please fuck me.”
That was it. He drew back, then rammed into her. His balls tightened and he thrust again, then again. Heat blasted through him as he erupted into her hot, tight pussy. She moaned and gasped.
Before he could soften, he pulled free, spun her around, and lifted her onto the countertop. She gasped again, probably at the cold, hard marble under her, but he quickly drove into her again. He stroked her clit as he thrust. She clung to his shoulders.
“Oh God, sir. You’re going to make me . . . ahh . . .” She moaned. “I’m coming again.” Her voice trailed to a moan, then she wailed as she held on to him.
He watched her face as she came. Her mass of auburn curls framed her flushed face like a halo, her emerald eyes glazed in passion, and her full lips parted as she uttered sweet sounds of pleasure.
She relaxed in his arms, and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Master Jamieson.”
“My pleasure, Dani.” He held her close and kissed her, not wanting to part from her warm feminine body yet.
She stroked his hair, then rested her head against his shoulder for several long, tender moments.
Finally, she drew away and smiled at him again. “Master Jamieson, will your friend Master Garner be here soon?”
That had been the plan. For Trey to join them for dinner.
“I told him I’d call.”
She stroked her hand over her bare breast. “How soon do you think he can arrive?”
“Oh, I think he could get here pretty fast.”
He slipped free of her lovely hot body, then grabbed the phone hanging from the wall. As he watched her rearrange her maid outfit, tucking her lovely breasts away under the white fabric, he wondered if he actually wanted to share her.
Even with Trey.
Trey hesitated outside Jake’s front door. Jake had called him saying to come over right away because he had a surprise for him. Trey had only been to Jake’s house a few times. The distance between him and Jake saddened Trey, but he understood that Jake needed that distance. Their romantic relationship hadn’t had a distinct end, since they’d continued to meet up—and play—with Angela and Nikki once a year. Trey always had the feeling Jake hoped they would eventually get back together again. Even after all these years . . . Maybe maintaining such a casual physical relationship wasn’t such a great idea . . . but Trey sure didn’t want to give that up. And he was sure Jake didn’t either.
Jake had told him Danielle intended to come over this weekend and had invited him over for dinner this evening . . . later this evening . . . but it seemed Danielle had arrived earlier than Jake had expected. The odd thing was Jake had asked
