As I pass by Baz on my way back to the table, he snatches my wrist. His touch feels electric, sending bolts of repressed desire coursing through my veins.
"Stevie," Baz breathes my name, and it's clearer than crystal who is holding the match.
He pulls gently, guiding my body between his legs. I follow with no resistance, only anticipation. A gnawing, savage anticipation.
Quietly, Baz rests me against the edge of the table. Not a word needs to be spoken because we both knew it was coming and it's something we both want. Something we're both starving for. The satisfaction we can only find in each other.
Baz rests his hands on my hips, inhaling indulgently as if absorbing my essence.
"After that dinner, I'm in the mood for something sweet." Baz's words are dripping with innuendo.
"Something sweet? Like dessert?" I play his game.
"Yes." He pushes my shirt up and caresses my bare torso, skimming the tip of his index finger below the button of my jeans. "Are you sweet?"
"No." I laugh. I'm only being truthful, but Baz doesn't seem to buy it.
"Maybe I should be the judge of that. Most people are biased when it comes to the opinion of themselves."
"I'd be interested in your conclusion." I lean back and spread my legs slightly.
Baz responds, clutching my waist, unadulterated lust clouding his emerald eyes.
I shift back farther onto the solid wood table as Baz rips open the fly of my jeans. Pressing hot kisses on my lower abdomen, he pulls both my pants and my underwear off in a slow fluid motion. With my heart beating out of control, Baz moves south until his nose is tickling the velvety lips of my pussy. He breathes in deeply, sparking all types of excitement.
I hold my breath as he nuzzles me, simply enjoying my scent.
"You smell so fucking good, Stevie." He inhales once more. "And you're so fucking smooth. I don't think I've ever felt skin so soft." He swipes the tip of his nose along my folds, over and over again.
I should be soft. Benny and Regina forced me to laser off all the hair on my body when I turned eighteen. That was a rough year.
"Let's see how sweet you taste." He pushes my legs farther apart then, like he's savoring me, runs his tongue lazily through the crease of my pussy. We moan in tandem as the whiskers of his beard brush against my delicate, bare flesh.
"Baz." I drop my head and croon as he locks his arms around my thighs and applies a little more pressure with his tongue. Moving it in a maddening motion around my clit. Round and round he orbit's the little bud until it's throbbing and aching. Until I'm squirming in his iron hold, attempting to rock my hips to gain more friction.
"Baz! Oh, fuck, please!" He has me clawing the table, begging for relief. My pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues to lick however and wherever he chooses.
My moans grow louder as the need painfully intensifies.
"Baz, oh, god!" I crunch up, my stomach muscles straining as he dips his tongue into the wet entrance of my pussy. I hyperventilate on the table as a man I barely know, a man I was sent here to kill, bestows on me the greatest pleasure I have ever experienced. One flat swipe of his tongue over my pulsating clit is all it takes to put me out of my misery. I burst like a water balloon as he licks and sucks the swollen piece of flesh until there's nothing left of me. No life or energy or vigor.
I go limp on the table, lying there incapacitated as Baz gently laps his tongue against me, continuously ingesting the sweetness he was so desperate to taste.
That's a first kiss I'll never, ever forget.
Once he's satisfied, he pulls me up so we are face-to-face. Then he delivers a proper kiss that is just as blinding and powerful and earth-shattering as the orgasm I just experienced.
I believe I'm having an out-of-body experience because I have never connected with another human being the way I connect with Baz. The way I can let my guard down, be myself, and not feel wrong or self-conscious about it.
In a bold, wanton act, I tear the button of his jeans open, push down his pants, and stroke his cock with both hands. He breaks our embrace with a pained moan as I jerk him off until he's panting.
"I need you. I need to be inside you." Baz's breathing is erratic, his hands and mouth fitful as he paws at my body and nips at my lips.
"I'm right here. I want you inside me." I give him the green light.
"I have no protection." He groans as I continue to torture him.
"I'm on birth control." I speak the magic words.
"Oh, thank god." Baz nearly mauls me right on top of the table.
I can't help but laugh. A buoyant, carefree laugh that releases something inside me. Quite possibly endorphins.
"Don't hold back," I tell him between frenzied kisses. "I like it hard. I like it rough. I like it dirty."