I put on an innocent, naive voice as I ask coyly, “Perfect for what?”
He grabs at my arms and raises them above my head against the kitchen cabinets. The dishes inside rattle with the force of the hit. He presses his lips to mine, taking my breath away instantly. When he pulls away, he looks down at me and says matter-of-factly, “Perfect for fucking you right here and right now.”
I grab him, pulling in for a long deep kiss as my hands slip out of his grasp and began unbuttoning his black, long-sleeved shirt. I pull it off quickly, throwing it into a ball on the kitchen tile. My dress follows, leaving me in my bra, stockings, and garter belt. Our hands frantically paw at one another’s naked skin until he lets me take control. My hand rests on his long cock, using a finger to stroke softly at the pink and pale skin.
He takes my lead, pressing his hand against my *, already wet from the anticipation. We both tease at one another, watching the other’s hands as they caress and pet. My body begins to knot up as I start to slide towards his hand. My back arches and my head tilts back. I grab on to his cock and begin to stroke with my palm.
Cal smiles as he lifts his hand to his lips and licks it. He then rests it on the top of my sex and rubs the moisture in. He lets out a soft moan as I hold on to him a bit tighter, the anticipation of the both of us getting off growing in me. A finger parts my folds before slipping in and hooking inside. I cry out and hold on to the cabinet handles for support as he suddenly pushes is all the way, his finger disappearing inside me.
With his other hand, he takes mine and places it back on his cock. It’s a command I am more than willing to follow. He sets the rhythm with his fingers massaging inside of me, and I follow his lead. As he enters, I move upwards. As he exits, I pulse my hands down the shaft. We move slowly, our bodies and breath linking in time.
Cal speeds up, his eyes darkening as they study me. His hand falls to the side of me, pounding into the side of the countertop as I can tell he wants so much more. We both quicken our movements, our hands and fingers moving at breakneck speed. He looks down at me and growls before pushing my hands off of him. His fingers exit me and he pulls me down to the ground. I spin on my heels and drop down on to the countertop, giving him just the right angle to enter me quickly.
“Oh, Michelle!” he cries out as his cock drives itself in. “You feel so fucking good.” Cal moves the hair off of my back and twists his fingers down my spine as he begins to pump into me. He doesn’t slow or hesitate. His dick picks up right where we left off with our fingers. But his length does something to me his fingers never could – it goes so deep I feel like I am about to burst.
I hold on as best as I can as I use my chest to pull my legs up into the air. The cold marble stings my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my lacey bra. He grabs on my legs and hikes them around his back. His cock follows the curve of my * as he gets even deeper inside of me.
“Cal!” I cry out as I begin to slip out of my mind and body, “Fuck me, please!”
His cock races inside of me, unrelenting. I feel both of us build as every sensation in me takes over. My skin prickles. My head races. I try to get in a deep breath but I am at a loss. I press up in time to feel every muscle in my body contract and ease. He follows me as I can sense him gripping onto my back for support. His cum shoots up inside of me, mixing in with the rest of my juices.
Cal’s chest falls onto my back despite his cock still resting inside of me. He kisses the length of my spine and the curve of my shoulder. I turn my head to brush my lips against his forehead. And suddenly, I’m laughing. The butterflies that have built up in me release as I can’t stop giggling. We both eye each other as he joins in, his low rumble of a laugh shaking my body.
I look back up at him and smile brightly as I point out jokingly, “I think our pasta sauce burnt.”
He pulls out of me and walks towards the pot still sitting on the low set burners. He takes off the clear metal lid and dips the ladle in, getting a taste of the bright red sauce. “It’s not so bad.” Cal opens the cabinet and pulls out some spices, sprinkling a bit of each one in. As I stand and collect my clothing, he hands the ladle back to me. “Test it out.”
The rich flavors hit me almost immediately. I exclaim, surprised, “Where did you learn how to do that? This sauce is incredible!”
“When you live in a clubhouse full of men, you occasionally pick up some cooking skills from time to time. I didn’t just eat takeout with Maddie.” He winks at me devilishly.