top and wrap my legs around his body, dragging him towards me.
“Ms. Mavers, you look good enough to eat” he gasps, immediately covering me with little nips, gentle enough not to hurt, but hard enough so that it doesn't tickle and I find that instead, it feels strangely erotic.
I lay back, across the shiny surface, welcoming the cool of the marble against my skin. Holding me firmly by my hips Carlos pulls me towards him so that my lower back rests on the curved edge. From this position he removes my shorts and pants with ease, returning to cover my modesty with his mouth.
I'm starting to love it when he goes down on me. To begin with it was enjoyable sure, but there is something unnerving about having someones face pressed against your most private parts; but the more I grow to trust him, the more pleasurable I find it.
Reaching between my legs I grab a fistful of his hair and begin moving my hips up and down, holding his head firmly in place as I do. Pushing myself hard against his lips, taking everything he has to give and more. Riding him like there's no tomorrow.
My toes and fingers tense against the hard surface, clinging on to the edges so I can push into him without slipping off entirely.
I feel him slip his finger inside me as he lets his tongue loose, his other hand reaching up and to fondle my breast, his expert fingers clamping onto my nipple. I let go into an orgasm, letting him taste my satisfaction.
Rising up he thrusts his hard cock into me, the intensity of it almost making me cum again. I sit up so I can touch him, but it stops him from getting as deep, so I let myself drop back down, enjoying the increasing penetration as I do.
Carlos takes my hand and places it onto my clit, using his fingers to guide my own around it, “I like it when you touch yourself” he pants. This is new, it's normally only something I would do alone, but I've got to admit it adds to my enjoyment, so what the hell. I find the right pace and just go with it.
“Oh sweet you're really turning me on” he says grabbing my hips and hammering his point home, it's just what I need and I can see by the look on his face that he's close too.
With one last thrust we are both undone, leaving us breathless and sweaty but inanely happy.
The rest of the afternoon we spend in a state of undress, moving from room to room, making each one more dirty than the last.
Eventually we end up exhausted and thoroughly dehydrated, sprawled out in our own bed. It's not long before I succumb to sleep, I have had a very energetic day after all; who needs the gym when you have a fine young toy boy to keep up with!?
By the time I wake the clock is displaying 19.00, rolling over sleepily I jolted awake by the lack of Carlos beside me. I know it's silly, but I've become so used to having him with me twenty four seven that when he's unexpectedly not there I panic.
I can hear movement downstairs, so my heart rate begins to slow; I throw on my jeans and one of his T-shirts, it's like being drowned in a sea of Carlos, what a way to go, and make my way downstairs.
There is light, but it's faint and flickers, casting ever changing golden streaks across the walls. He must have candles lit, maybe there's been a power cut or something. As I continue down the stairs my eyes become accustomed to the light and I can see why he wasn't in bed. The place has been transformed, candles of all different shapes and sizes adorn every surface, with rose petals scattered around them; the fairy lights from the balcony on our first date are twisted in spirals and laid out across the black marble surfaces in the kitchen, their reflections in the counter tops making them twinkle like billions of tiny stars.
He's bought in a dining table and laid it beautifully, the remainder of the intact roses in a vase in the centre, surrounded by more tea lights and a bottle of pink champagne on ice stands to one side.
He's at the oven tinkering about with something that smells both delicious and weirdly familiar, although I can't put my finger on why.
As I approach him