she keeps teasing me with that damn tongue, running it along my length then around my tip. My legs can barely keep me standing, I need to turn, rest my hands on the counter and get a better footing.
“Do you like it when I lick you?” She snakes that tongue out again.
A bead of pre-cum rises to the surface and my cock swells. With a shaky voice I answer, “I like your mouth on any part of my body, Green Eyes.”
“Your legs are shaking, do you need some help, Damian?” Her voice is cocky, her eyes filled with mischief.
“I need to lean against the counter, Addison or I’m going to fall.”
She stands. Damn, not what I wanted. She places her tiny hands on my shoulders and turns me so I lean back against the cold stone counter. She kisses my lips, then down my neck. Her tongue and small bites of her teeth travels the length of my scar and I shiver. I may come before she gets to my cock, her small hands trailing along my skin as her lips continue to press kisses down my body. I grab her around the waist, my hips flexing into her and my desire for her so strong I’ve forgotten that I want her mouth and not her slick folds to encase me. I just want in somewhere, anywhere because this is such sweet torture.
She tsks me and backs away. I want to scream no and pull her against me, but she slowly lowers down to her knees and relief that this burning desire is about to be laid to rest washes over me.
There’s no more teasing, no more sweeps of her tongue. She’s done playing games and as she takes me fully into the back of her throat, as my hands grip the hard granite of the kitchen counter and as her eyes look up at me from under her dark lashes, I think maybe those books she reads have it right. I’m so deep inside her warm mouth and she has no problem taking me deeper. Her hand slips between her own legs and I lose my mind. Moving my palms to rest on either side of her head, my hips flex in and out between her lips, my cock glistening each time I pull out and push back inside. I can feel it build, the tension in my balls, the heat that begins to slide up my back and my legs, which are so shaky I can barely stand. She begins to moan as her hand moves at a fast pace and the vibrations that emanate from her throat do me in. Hot liquid shoots down my spine and through my legs as my balls tense up tight and I explode down the back of her throat. My orgasm shaking my entire body and my hands keeping her firmly in place as she uses her mouth to milk me of everything I have.
Tremors run through my body, and my knees fall weak. My vision blurs for a few seconds before it finally focuses and finds her still working herself, her eyes closed as her hand continues its persistent motion between her soft legs. Lowering to my knees, I place my hands on her shoulders, and her eyes open wide, surprised, and then thankful. I push her back and remove her hand, my mouth taking over where she left off. She’s soaked, her arousal prominent, and her scent intoxicating. I’m so into her, so consumed by what she does to me, the hard, cold floor pressing into my knees barely registers as my mouth soaks up all her wetness and her cries of pleasure ring in my ears. It doesn’t take long, before she’s cresting, her hands clenching my scalp, her body quivering and my name rolling off her tongue.
I’ve always known my limits when it came to women, not interested in one-night stands but never being fully committed either. Collapsing onto the hard stone kitchen floor, her body limp next to mine, our hearts frantically beating in sync, the only thought I have is that I never realized I did love.
Thomas wasn’t happy that I’d called in sick once this month already. He wasn’t happy when I showed up to work after visiting Emily without any of the information he’d asked me to gather, and now, almost a month later, he’s really going to be unhappy that I’m about to tell him, there is no way in hell I’m