I pull her close and kiss her like this is my last kiss, not that I can remember my last kiss.
She feels so small in my arms, but I lift her up like she’s air and in a single moment it all makes sense.
Everything we’ve both been through for so long is explained in a second.
I play it safe, not wanting to overwhelm her with too much passion, but it’s pretty clear pretty quick how we both really feel. How both our bodies are craving one another.
My gentleman’s kiss transforms into a heated tongue fucking in no time, and for someone like me who’s been single forever, Naomi is no slouch when it comes to tonsil hockey team playoffs.
But true to my word, and from her own audible feedback, we both want more. Much more and I can feel she’s so close to her own climax already that the least I can do is help her out with that.
My cock is pounding like a hammer in my pants, a hot and very wet patch of precome lubing up my dick as it pulses. Straining against the thick fabric of my pants.
Her legs wrap around me, and by sheer need, I find the tabletop, forgetting all about my laptop, my files, and the idea of coffee.
A hot serving of her sweet pussy is far more desirable, and I know she needs a good licking and dicking more than anything else right now.
I lie her back on the solid oak, kicking the chairs aside as she writhes and moans under me, her hand finding my proud erection and gasping loudly as she runs a flat palm up and down its length.
I swallow hard, straining not to give in to my urge to fill her straight away, to thrust my hot pole deep inside her and fill her full of my seed.
No.
I want to taste her all over first. In my mouth, under my hands, and with her whole body against mine before I claim her as my own.
Watching my hands steady from an excited tremble to a purposeful grip on her sweat pants, I slowly start to peel them down, hearing her gasp louder as she shudders against the sensation.
My lip curls into a wide grin of satisfaction, knowing at once that this shy little woman is about to prove me wrong in more ways than one.
She closes her eyes, then opens them, wanting to hold my gaze, but biting her lip she ends up tossing her head back all over again. Her hands over mine, begging me to service her as she purrs like a wild cat.
I lean over to kiss her lips once more, telling her who her lips belong to now.
“These are mine…” I growl, hearing her whisper a husky reply in the affirmative. Her hands moving up to the top of my head and gripping my hair as I make a beeline for the rest of her.
She lifts that sweet tooshie and I yank a little to free her from her gray sweats.
The top of her sweetness already showing through what I can see at a glance are sodden panties, which I hover over, breathing in her sweet essence.
“I think this belongs to me too,” I remind her, delighting in her little squeaks and not even minding the bucking of her body as she jerks and shudders. My hands working with precision to free her from her clothes.
A finger finding the edge of her white cotton panties, teasing them to one side as I realize I can’t tease what I crave longer than I can help myself from getting at it.
I can’t deny her what she needs.
What we both want.
One hand splays her wide open in a single movement as she swears out loud, my other arm shooting up under her top, squeezing a firm, thick breast and moaning loudly myself as I start to circle a thick, pebbled nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
My mouth hot over her entire pussy in the same second, savoring her taste. Relishing in the sensation of her touch. Both her hands gripping my head now, forcing me deeper and harder onto her sex as we both moan loudly.
Unlocking her clit from its hood I feel my own sounds of satisfaction vibrate against it as I set to work, giving her all the pleasure I know she deserves.
All the pleasure I’ve wanted to share with her since laying eyes on her, what feels like ages ago but has only been a few hours.
Her ankles migrate up around my neck, and I steady myself by reaching out for a chair momentarily. Not wanting to rush again, needing to take my time and do this right.
Sitting down in front of her as I eat her right off the kitchen table, her ass lifts in time with her increasing arousal. Sometimes twisting and rotating, sometimes bucking and grinding with her hands steering me in the best way possible as I devour her.
Letting me know what she wants, and rewarding me when I give her what she needs when I lap up her juices from her slick valley, freeing my own cock and shamelessly pumping it as I realize how helpless I am under her spell.
I feel she’s close, and me? I’m dripping precome like a busted faucet. Feeling my cock start to twitch and jerk as I fight the urge to come, I remind myself.
I can’t. I won’t. Not yet. I’m saving every drop of my seed for her, deep inside her…
I circle my thumb around my engorged, plum sized head and move it to her mouth. She eagerly sucks my precome as I devour her sweet essence.
The softness of her mouth on my thumb while my mouth holds her clit as it starts to quiver is the sign that both of us have reached a zenith of pleasure, with only one thing that can follow.
The one thing we can no longer control.
“I want
