On the other side of the counter, a dining table and four chairs stands beneath a crystal chandelier that should look gaudy but somehow, looks just right. At the other end of the room, a seating area is set up. With a black leather couch and large matching recliners arranged around a glass topped table, facing a fireplace. Above which hangs the largest TV I’ve ever seen outside of a movie theatre. Adjacent to the seating area is a closed door.
I know somewhere behind that door is Brett’s bedroom and my pussy clenches again. I see another flash of a shirtless Brett. This time, he stands in the doorway to his bedroom, smiling and beckoning me closer to him.
I move my eyes from the door quickly, but not before my cheeks burn at the thought of what could happen behind that door tonight. Opposite me is a wall of glass with a large balcony and a view over the whole city. Although I can’t help but think of Brett pressing me up against the balcony and fucking me from behind, it still seems like the safest area to focus my attention on. “Wow,” I breath the word out.
“You like it?” Brett asks kicking the door closed and moving to stand by my side.
“That view is amazing. And, well, all of it is amazing really.”
Brett smiles. He reaches out to me and runs his hand up my side, leaving behind a trail of goose bumps. His fingers skim over the side of my breast and my nipple jumps to life, hardening instantly. His fingers keep moving and he runs them lightly up my neck and over my jaw, finally running them over my lips. He leans forward and rubs his lips over mine, his touch so light I could almost believe I imagined it if it wasn’t for the fire he leaves behind, making my lips swell and tingle.
Pulling back, he looks into my eyes and smiles. His eyes shine as he drinks me in. “I’ll go and put the dinner out,” he says.
His voice is so seductive I feel a rush of warm liquid spilling out between my legs.
It’s the voice he should be using to tell me what he wants to do to me, not what he wants to do with our dinner. I try to respond, but I can’t speak as he holds me in place with only his eyes. I’m completely at his mercy and he knows it. I am hungry for him, not dinner. He smiles again and I realize he is just teasing me. There is no way either of us are going to try to wait until after dinner to finish what we started in the car.
“Or we could wait for dinner,” he suggests.
“I could eat,” I reply in a husky voice, playing along with his teasing. I lean closer to Brett and run my tongue over his ear. “But I would much rather be eaten.”
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Brett swallow hard and then he moans, a long, low moan that makes my pussy ache for him. He stalks away quickly.
Now I wonder for a horrible second if I’ve gone too far, if I’ve scared him away. Have I come across as too desperate?
I needn’t have worried. He puts the food down on the counter and turns back to me. He closes the gap between us in record time and pulls me roughly into his arms. Our lips come together and I feel like we’ve both been unleashed once more.
This time, we don’t need to restrain ourselves and our movements are a flurry of clothes flying off and within seconds, we’re both naked. Brett stands back again and looks me up and down. He makes an appreciative sound in his throat and then his lips find mine again. Our hands grope over each other, both of us wanting to consume the entirety of the other person. I want to run my hands over every inch of Brett. I want to taste every inch of him. But most of all, I want to feel him inside of me.
He’s already hard. I can feel his cock pressing against me as he holds me to him. He begins to move, walking me backwards without breaking our kiss. I let him guide me, feeling completely safe in Brett’s arms, knowing instinctively that he won’t let me fall. Except I am falling. I’m falling for him, and I know I shouldn’t let myself go there, but it feels so good that I can’t help it.
I feel something pushing against my knees and my lower legs.
Brett moves his mouth from mine. “Sit,” he commands.
It doesn’t even occur to me to argue with him. I am completely at his command and right now, I would do anything he told me to do. I half sit, half fall and my ass lands on the arm of the leather couch. The leather is cool against my hot skin and I squirm slightly, enjoying the smooth texture against me.
Brett smiles down at me, then he gets to his knees before me and pushes my legs open. He nods approvingly at my pussy, spread wide and on display for him. He makes an appreciative sound then with no warning, his tongue is on my clit.
My body is on fire once more as I scoot my ass forward a little further and then let my upper body flop back. I lay back on the soft leather, my back arched where my ass and pussy is elevated. Brett’s tongue is bringing my pussy back to life, waking up every nerve ending in me. There’s no urgency this time. He works me slowly, building up the pleasure wave by delicious wave until I don’t think I can take it any longer.
It’s torture. Slow, agonising, delicious torture. I start to lift one of my legs, planning on wrapping it around Brett’s neck, pulling him more tightly against me, but he stops
