I sucked on him, my lips stretching to accommodate his delicious girth. I whimpered and raised my knees, my hands sliding down over my thighs to touch myself. His hands caught mine, and he lifted them up over my head, then pulled back, slipping his cock from my mouth. He lowered his body, his face hovering just inches from mine.
“My turn,” he growled, then kissed me, brutally, before spinning my body on the table, the satin of my dress turning easily on the slippery surface. He caught my knees, and yanked me to the edge of the table. His fingers slid up under my dress where he unhooked the garter belt and flung it to the side, then returned his hands to my dress and lifted it, exposing my thighs and my stomach. He walked along the side of the table, peeling the dress up over my arms and off of my body. He dropped it there above my head, a black satin puddle on the table, then retraced his steps, one finger extended, gliding along the length of my body as he moved.
“What was it I said to you?” he asked, trailing his finger along my cheek to my neck.
“What?” I stammered. “When?”
“In the laundromat. I promised you something.” He smiled at me. “Oh, yes. I said I would have you, your thighs spread wide, your body displayed for my pleasure.” His finger traced over the pink tip of my breast, pausing to roll my nipple.
I gasped and trembled at his touch, his finger painting ecstatic ribbons everywhere.
“I said I would see,” he said, his hand tickling across my stomach to my waist, “that pretty little cunt of yours,” he settled between my knees again, and hooking a finger into the band of panties, ripped them from me with one powerful movement, “glistening with hunger.”
He lowered his body, pulled a dining chair behind him for support, placed his hands on my knees and pushed them apart, and up, so that my sex was open to him, waiting. His face hovered low over my *. I could feel warm, wet breath against my skin. I reached for him, wanting to touch him, searching for connection. He caught my hands and knotted our fingers together, holding my hands to the side as he lowered his mouth, his gaze holding mine. He licked his lips and smiled, a slow, smug grin that sent a thrill up my spine.
I bucked when his mouth closed over me, and he squeezed my hand, pressing soft kisses to my skin in reassurance. His tongue slicked into my folds, swirling over my clit and down to probe gently into my core. My whole body shuddered and I ripped one hand from his, my fingers clawing at his hair as his mouth clamped down on me powerfully now, sucking and licking, mercilessly massaging the hard bud of my arousal with his tongue until I cried out, melting against his mouth, my thighs shaking violently with release.
“Oh God!” I said as he rose and climbed over me. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
“That was glorious.” He grinned down at me.
I didn’t speak, I just pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He owned me, his tongue thrusting inside, mimicking the same movements he’d used below.
“I want you completely naked,” he said as his hands roamed to my breasts, pulling the bra away.
“Yes,” I said, nodding. His tone had changed, going from playful to controlled in the span of a few short seconds.
“All of you, just for me.” His eyes were grave and shadowed with lust.
“Yes,” I said again. I was mesmerized by his voice, lost in his eyes, and desperate for more of him.
He jumped off the table and gathered me into his arms. My legs circled his hips and my arms gripped his shoulders as he carried me that way, back into the smaller room, to the benches just under the windows.
“As soon as I saw this room,” he said, caressing my cheek, pushing me back against the cushions, “I knew I’d have you here. In the rain, with the moonlight on your skin.”
I felt drunk, high on his kisses, addicted to the feel of him under my hands, craving the sound of his voice. My eyes scanned over his body, desperate to see all of him, to etch his face, his form, into my mind forever. Thunder crashed outside once more, and I felt it in my chest, reverberating through every nerve in my body. He hung over me, and drawing my thighs up on either side of his legs, he settled his hips to mine, and I arched into him.
I crushed him to me, clawing at his shoulders as his arm circled behind my back and cradled my head. He pulled one of my hands away and pressed it in his own, holding it above me, as his eyes locked on mine, pinning me with that dark gaze. His hips rolled and I felt the head of his cock slick between my folds and notch against my opening.
I was panting, my breath labored with arousal. My eyes closed and I relaxed my head into his hand. His lips moved along the line of my jaw, and pressed against mine, sweet, soft kisses, teasing my lips open with his own.
“Open your eyes,” he breathed. “I want to see your eyes when I enter you.”