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“I love when you say my name”—I rub my nose on her jaw—“but I love it more when you moan it out.” She grips my shirt in her hands. “I want to hear it again.”
“We can’t,” she tries to say but stops talking when my tongue comes out to trail down her neck as I push her jacket off her. “We shouldn’t,” she objects, letting her jacket fall to her feet, showing me her sweater that falls off her shoulder. There is no bra strap, which makes me squat down just a bit to make sure my cock is level with her pussy before pressing my hips in. “We really, really shouldn’t,” she whispers, her hand tightening even more as she opens herself and lifts one of her legs over my hip.
“But we’re going to.” What little hold I had is gone when she pushes deeper into me. My hands fly to the bottom of her shirt, ripping it over her head, while her hands push my jacket down my arms, falling to the floor around our feet. We lunge for each other. Her hands go to the bottom of my shirt, moving it up and off me while my hands move to her tits and then my mouth on hers. The kiss is almost violent; it is wet, it is hard, and it is even better than all the other times we’ve kissed. Which was only one night, but the night was spent with my mouth stuck to her. Every single chance I had that night, I made sure my mouth was on her.
“Fuck,” she hisses when I push the top of her black bra down and roll her nipples before bending and sucking one nipple into my mouth. Her hand goes to my belt buckle as mine goes to hers. I have her zipper down and my hand in her pants, sliding past the silk of her panties and finding her soaking wet for me. “Good God,” she mutters while I slip a finger into her, but the restriction of her jeans stops me from finger-fucking her the way I want to. She works the belt buckle open and barely has the zipper down before she slides her hand into my boxers and grips me in her hand. “Yes,” she cheers, but I step out of her reach, and she groans. “Gabriel.”
“I need you naked,” I inform her, sliding my finger out of her, the coolness hitting my very wet digit. Looking into her eyes, I stick the finger into my mouth, licking her from me. “I need more than just a little taste of you.” I drop to my knees, gripping her pants in my hands and moving them down over her hips. I kiss her hips softly before they bunch at her ankles. Lifting her leg gently, I pull off her little bootie and toss it to the side, where the rest of her clothes are going to go. Once it’s off, I pull her pants leg off her before moving it over my shoulder.
“Now this is what I’m talking about,” I say, pulling her thong to the side. “Fuck, you are glistening.” I look up at her and see she is watching my every move. “You’re going to watch me eat you.” I lick up her slit as her hips leave the door, and she gets on her tippy-toes. “Watch me make you come with my finger.” My tongue slides into her. “And then I’m going to fuck you against this door.” My tongue slides to her clit, flicking it. “It’s going to be hard, and it’s going to be fast.” I slide a finger into her and then another one.
“But the next time, I’m taking my sweet fucking time.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and her pussy tightens. “Tell me, Sweetheart”—I pull my fingers out—“how many times did you play with this pussy thinking about me?” Her head moves side to side against the door as she bites her lips. My fingers move slowly in and out of her. “How many times did you make yourself come while thinking of me?” I move my fingers faster. “How many times did this pussy come without me?” I lean in, sucking her clit and then nibbling on it. Her hands go into my hair.
“You taste sweeter than you did that night,” I tell her as she looks down at me, “and that night was the night I thought I had never tasted anything sweeter.” My finger moves faster. “I was wrong.” I suck her into my mouth. “Fuck, was I ever wrong. You taste like the sweetest peach on the hottest day.” I move faster, her pussy getting tighter, her G-spot getting more sensitive, her hips moving every single time I touch it. “Biting into it, the juices running down my face.” Her hips move with my fingers, and she closes her eyes. “Watch me,” I snap and pound into her with my fingers. Her eyes open to look at me, and I rub her G-spot. “Come on my face so that I can fuck you next.”
“Yes,” she mewls, and I can feel her coming apart. My finger gets wetter, her pussy gets tighter, and her hip thrusts get more frantic. “I’m going to?—”
“Come for me, Sweetheart,” I urge her. She explodes over my finger, and when she does, I suck her clit to help drag it out. “That’s my girl.” I praise her when her hips stop moving and her hand goes slack in my hair. Only then do I stand and take her mouth. She doesn’t even flinch when she tastes herself on my tongue. Her kiss is hungry, and I get my pants just past my hips, her hand gripping me to jerk it. Her touch lights me up, and all I can do is think of getting into her. I bend my knees enough to aim as she hooks her leg around my hip, and I lift, filling her in one thrust. Her pussy is tight, wet, and perfectly made for me. “This is going to be quick.” I don’t lie to her. “All fucking week, I’ve thought of sinking back into you.” I thrust up, pounding into her. “All fucking week, I watched the door, wondering if you would come back, and I would have to drag you back to the office to fuck you again.” The sound of our heavy breathing fills the little entranceway. “All fucking week, the thought of this pussy made me come harder and harder each time.”
She holds on to my shoulders as I pound up into her. My hand wraps around her waist to push her down onto me when I pull out. “Yes,” she says, looking at me, my mouth finding hers as I fuck her harder and harder with each thrust. “More.” She lets go of my lips to ask me.
“If I fuck you any harder, I’m going to split you in half,” I tell her, feeling her tightness all over me.
“What’s the matter, Cowboy, can’t do it?” She smirks, but the smirk turns into a moan when I turn and walk over to the kitchen table. Putting her ass on it, she puts her hands to the side of her, my hands going beside her hips, her legs hanging over my forearms and I pull out only to pound into her so hard the table moves. “Yes!”
She hisses, and I pound into her until the table literally hits the fucking wall with every thrust I give her. I fuck her ruthlessly. “I’m going to,” she groans out. “Right now.”
“Me too,” I growl between clenched teeth. “I’m going to cover your pussy with my cum,” I say, planting myself to the root into her and looking down at her pussy taking all of me. My forehead falls to her shoulder, neither of us moving. “Jesus,” I say, and she laughs silently, but her pussy contracts, and I look at her.
“Well, you’re still in me, and I like how you feel, so I wanted to feel you even more.” Her eyes glitter in the dimly lit room, the table at a forty-five-degree angle. “Although I don’t think I can ever eat at this table again and not see my ass prints.”
Now I’m laughing. My dick is still in her but going down. I stand, slipping out of her, and I look down. “Fuck, I didn’t use anything.”
“What?” She looks down at my cock glistening from her pussy juices and my cum. “How?”
“I was caught up in the moment.” I put my hands on my hips, looking at my dick. “I don’t know. This has never happened to me before.”
“Yeah, right, you have a son, so this has happened before.” She pushes me away from her, but I don’t budge. Instead, I move down and kiss her lips softly. “I’m on the pill.” She sits up straight now. “Don’t you have any more condoms?” she asks me.
“No,” I answer her honestly, and she puts her head back and groans.
“What do you mean no?” she whines. I swear she’s not only gorgeous, but she’s cute, which I never thought could happen. You were either cute and then that’s it, or gorgeous and it ended there, but with Zara, it’s the best of both worlds.
I put my hands on her cheeks. “I didn’t replace the ones we used at the bar.”
“You walk around with three condoms all packed together.” She looks up at me. “So you can save the I’m-a-virgin speech for someone else.” She tries not to sound hurt, and I hate it. “Now, if you can please move so I can get up?” She looks down at herself. “I’m leaking on the table.”
“Fine,” I concede, moving back and grabbing her hips to pick her up off the table before putting her on her feet, “but we are going to have a talk when we are both cleaned up.”
She turns and makes her way to the stairs, her perfect naked ass on display while the pants leg drapes after her. “Nope.” She stops on the first step. “You can let yourself out.”
I clap my hands together, bursting out laughing. “Sweetheart,” I say the nickname that is now officially hers in my book, “after waiting for you to come to me for a week and then finding out you were right here all along, under my nose.” I shake my head, tucking my dick in my pants. “Then finding you and having all of that.” I point at the door and to the table. “If you think I’m leaving here tonight”—I shake my head—“not a chance in hell.” She looks at me, her mouth hanging open. “Now, did you eat tonight or not?”
“What, you going to give me two orgasms and cook for me?”
“Four,” I remind her, “and yeah, if you’re hungry, I’ll cook for you.” I put my hands on my hips. “Now, are we eating or fucking again?”
“I cannot believe you.”
