“But, I thought you were going to—”
“I am.”
When she got into position, bent over the table, it made her ass rise in the air. He scooted the chair closer again. The sweet twin dimples on her lower back was the first place he wanted to explore. The smooth skin slid against his tongue, and she moaned. He thought about sitting on his couch, watching the white walls, and how her creamy beige skin was so much better to stare at.
“I love your ass, baby.” One mound overflowed in his hand as he squeezed and rubbed. The muscle wasn’t hard and tight like his. The flesh was soft and all woman.
“My butt… It’s too big. Sean, that feels so good.”
“Not too big, not too small. Just right. This feels good to me too.” With each pass of his hands, he made a little dip to skim closer to her feminine lips. He wanted to call it her cunt, but somehow it just seemed dirty. Naughty? “I like that you shave. Your…cunt is so pretty.”
“Oh God, Sean, s-say it again.”
Yes! “What?” The tips of his thumbs rounded her inner thighs and dipped into her wetness. “You want me to say what?”
Her hips ground against his roaming hands. “Y-You know. Say it.”
He wanted her to look over her shoulder to watch him but knew it’d be way too embarrassing for her to ask him to talk dirty to her and watch him say it at the same time. “Your cunt? You want me to tell you how pretty your little cunt is?”
“Oh God! Yes!”
Shit, he was going to come before he even had the chance to sink inside her. “I love the way your cunt sucks my fingers. You like this, baby? You want me to lick your pussy?”
“Yes! Yes! Please, Sean!”
The erotic musk of her sex intoxicated his senses. He leaned forward and tucked his face against her skin. When he pulled apart her plump lips, he was able to tickle the tight knot at the top of her sex. With one pass of his tongue, she bucked. His muffled laugh must have embarrassed her, because she tried to pull away. Not about to let her get away from him, he pulled back on her hips and ground his face against the wet heat of her pussy.
The soft mewls coming out of her grew into growls when he dipped his tongue inside her tight channel. His dick wept, leaking streaks of precum against his stomach. He reached down and stroked the shaft, hoping he wouldn’t pop too fast before he could fuck her. The slick softness caressed his tongue with a loving kiss. Each time she shimmied her waist, his lips smeared her wetness.
The tightness in his dick made him thicker and longer than he’d ever been. She loved him with her body. She trusted him to take care of her pleasure and cherish her heart. She hadn’t said those words exactly, but he knew. The gift of her love was more precious than his stupid privacy. It was the only gift he ever wanted to receive again.
“I can’t wait, baby. I have to feel you.”
“O-Okay. I have to come, though.” She pranced her cute little feet up and down as she waited for him to get in position behind her.
The phone rang. They both looked over to the breakfast bar where the receiver was cradled in the holder-slash-answering machine. It rang three more times. Sean ignored the shrill ring and fisted his cock, aiming it for the heaven spread in front of him.
He grabbed her thigh and propped her knee up on the table. The position opened her pussy even more. The glistening skin was swollen from her need. When he tucked the head of his cock between the slick lips, a warm tingling spread through his thighs. This was the best part.
The sound of Abigail’s recorded voice picked up on the answering machine. “Please leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks.”
“Abigail, I miss you.” The raspy male voice was being recorded. Abigail’s body locked up. Her soft flesh went hard beneath him. “Fantasy Emporium…what about my fantasy, Abigail? Do I need to remind you of what my fantasy is?” Beeeep. The answering machine recorded the message and clicked off.
Before he could lean back, she stumbled off the table and scrambled to pick up her panties. “I-I think this was a bad idea, Sean.”
“Who the fuck was that, Abigail? I thought you weren’t seeing anyone.” She stepped back, trying to force as much distance between them as she could. The fact that she wouldn’t make eye contact with him was distance enough. He tugged up his underwear and shorts. His dick could still pound nails, but he ignored it.
“It’s no one.”
“No one, really? You seem awfully concerned about this no one. What the fuck is going on?”
Penelope jumped off the couch and ran to Abigail. “It’s…it’s… Please, Sean, I think you should go. He wasn’t supposed to…he wasn’t supposed to—”