“I want your cock,” I purred, unzipping him and sliding a small, soft hand in to grasp his length. He let out a deep breath, his finger moving inside of me, nowhere near thick and hard enough to satisfy my longing.
“Come on,” I murmured, lifting my skirt up over my hips and turning around to face the dining room table. “Fuck me… right here, right now.”
I watched him looking at my ass and I bent completely over, using both hands to spread my cheeks for his eyes, showing him the wet, pink, waiting slit peeking between the black material. My clit was throbbing and I moaned softly when I felt his finger moving over it.
“Yes,” I encouraged, lifting my hips. “Oh yes, yes. John, please… put your cock inside of me. Fuck me, baby!”
“Here?” His eyes were shocked as he looked from the still-laden table to my ass and back again.
I arched, going up on my bare toes. “Please… I want you so much.”
His hand moved over my skirt, pulling it back down. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“But…” the exposed skin of my behind was being covered as he edged my skirt past my thighs, inch by inch.
“I want to,” John assured me, pulling me toward him and kissing me softly. “Let’s just go where it’s a little more… comfortable.”
I let him lead me into our room, shutting the door behind us. John sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his tie, and I leaned back against the door. He unbuttoned his shirt the way he always did, pulling it off and hanging it on the closet doorknob. His pants were already undone and I watched him fold those, too.
“John?” I approached the bed, inching my skirt back up my thighs as I went. “Do you think I’m sexy?”
“Yes…” He lifted my shirt out of the waistband of my skirt and kissed my belly, unbuttoning as he went. His eyes met mine as he pulled open my blouse. “You’re beautiful.”
I frowned as his hands moved behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting my breasts spill free. Beautiful and sexy weren’t quite the same thing, I thought, closing my eyes as he slowly cupped and kneaded my flesh, thumbing my nipples and making me shiver. I couldn’t help remember the night of the Christmas party out in the garage, when we'd both had too much to drink, how he had just taken me… or the role play that had sort of spontaneously developed the night I came home from the lingerie party wearing the school girl outfit.
I remembered the lingerie I was wearing now and pulled up my skirt, putting one foot on the bed next to John. His eyes moved up my thigh and between my legs, and the look in them was gratifying.
“Do you like what you see?” I murmured, lifting my skirt a little higher. He nodded, using two fingers to trace down the thin strips of material on either side of my pussy. “Do you want to see more?”
“Tara!” he gasped as I used his shoulders for balance and put another foot up on the bed to stand above him. He quickly grabbed my hips and ass to keep me from falling and the sudden motion, the feel of his hands gripping my flesh, sent a thrill through me.
“Do you like looking at my wet little pussy?” I asked, reaching a hand down to spread my lips open, showing him the pink inside. He groaned when my fingers slid inside, fucking myself slow and easy while he watched.
“Doesn’t it make you want to take that cunt?” I whispered, using both hands to spread it wide for him, not just my lips, but my slick, pink opening, too. His shocked eyes met mine but he didn’t say anything as his eyes fell between my legs again.
“Don’t you want to taste it?” I asked, rubbing my clit with my thumb.
My own words were making me breathless and my pussy was throbbing with everything that I wanted. I gasped when he grabbed my ass in his hands, burying his face between my legs with a moan and rubbing it there like a drowning man. We collapsed backwards onto the bed in a hurry, John on his back and me poised above him as his tongue and fingers worked my pussy, feeling like they were everywhere, all at once.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned and rocked on him, but I swear he was oblivious to me, eating my pussy like he couldn’t get enough, his tongue lost in the wet folds of my flesh. “That’s it, lick my cunt, baby!”
His whole body stiffened at my words, his hands gripping my ass and pulling me in tight to his mouth. I could feel the orgasm that I had been anticipating all day beginning to build and I worked toward it, rolling my hips and mashing my flesh against his tongue. He had two fingers working in and out of my hole and his mouth fastened over my mound, licking fast and hard.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling the first wave, that heat in my belly spreading. “I’m gonna come!”
He groaned, too, as my pussy spasmed again and again around his pistoning fingers, trying to draw them in deeper as I came. My pleasure was only increased by his eagerness and intensity, urging me on, more and more. It felt like it went on forever, a shuddering release that I didn’t want to end.
Gasping, I moved down his chest, looking down at his wet face, his eyes still hungry, like they were before.
“I think you like my cunt,” I murmured, rubbing my juices over his lips.
“Tara,” he said, shaking his head. “What’s come over you?”
I smiled. “I think you got that backwards… I came over you. ”
I slid my way down, reaching back to feel his cock straining against his briefs. I quickly freed it, stroking the shaft and squeezing the head, just the way I knew he liked.
“And I’m gonna do it again,” I murmured, sliding his cock up and down between the now thoroughly soaked crotchless panties, easing him along my slit.
“Oh God,” he groaned, gripping my hips as I sank down onto his cock. “Tara, honey…!”
“Yes,” I whispered, rolling around, feeling the head of him rubbing deep inside of me. “I’m gonna fuck you…”
My body had a mind of its own, and I pressed my palms against his chest as I started to ride, working my pussy up and down the thick length of his shaft. The wet sound of us moving together filled the room, my breath coming faster, matching his, and I watched his eyes close with the pleasure of it.
“No,” I murmured, pulling my skirt up and leaning back a little. The shift of my body and my words made him look up at me. “I want you to see…”
Reaching my hand down to the place where our flesh melded, I rubbed my fingers through the wetness, feeling the hard, throbbing base of his cock where it met the soft, smooth opening of my pussy.
“Look, John,” I said, watching his eyes. “Doesn’t it turn you on, to see it?”
He nodded as my fingers rubbed at my clit, making me shiver with the sensation.
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” I whispered, feeling his hands grip me harder.
“I want you to see your cock fucking my hot little cunt, baby.”
“Ohhh God,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving that spot, his cock driving up into me now as he started to fuck me back. His motion spurred me on and I used all my strength to grind down against him with every thrust.
“That’s it,” I murmured, rolling my hips and rubbing that sweet, sensitive spot between my legs. “Oh you make my pussy feel so good!”
“Tara,” he warned, and I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, full to bursting.
“So close,” I whispered, nudging my clit a little faster. “Make me come!”
I moaned as he worked harder then, urging me toward another climax. As my pussy clenched hard around his shaft, my juices began to flow around his cock, the delicious, shuddering waves rocking me back and forth on top of him.
But he wasn’t done, and I gasped when he rolled me over to my back in one swift motion, driving me down onto the bed with fast, growling thrusts. I clutched him tight, still riding the waves of my orgasm, as he fucked me deep and hard, his breath hot and ragged in my ear.