“Nope! One more lap around the apartment!” Setting his cutting knife down on the marble island, Trent motions for me to turn around and continue jogging around naked.
I laugh and continue moving towards him.
“You would want me to keep running around this apartment with my tits bouncing all over the place, pervy.”
I hop on Trent's back and wrap my legs around his waist. He turns his face back to mine, giving my lips perfect access to dive into his mouth. I savor the lovely taste of strawberries on his tongue.
“You taste good, baby. I just want you for breakfast.” My lips quirk up in a devilish grin.
Trent takes a few steps back and my ass bumps against one of his spacious kitchen counters. I lift up a little and sit down, my legs dangling down, feet tapping against the bottom cabinets. He turns around and stands between my naked thighs.
“I think I want to enjoy you right here on my kitchen counter. This kitchen is due for a good christening.” Trent wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his cotton brief-clad pelvis.
“Due for a christening? Are you saying, 'Since you're a woman and I haven't fucked anyone on this counter, I think you'll work for this occasion'?” I raise an eyebrow and wait for his response.
“No. I'm saying that you're my woman, my only woman. The woman I'm head over heels for. The woman who's got me tied up in knots and I love every fucking minute of it. The woman who owns me. The only woman my cock is aching to christen this kitchen with.”
Oh my.
I abruptly grab his face and pull his lips to mine. My kiss is desperate, deep, rough, and begging for him to fuck me right here on this kitchen counter. I pull his boxer briefs down, his cock springing free. Wrapping my hand firmly around his shaft, I start to stroke him leisurely, enjoying the feel of him in my grasp. He groans into my mouth and nips my bottom lip with his teeth. Moving his face away from mine to nuzzle my neck, Trent starts sucking and nibbling my earlobe, causing a shiver to rush through my body. He presses open-mouth kisses all along my jaw line as he lightly thrusts his now very hard cock in and out of my grip with short, smooth movements as I continue to caress him with my hand.
I quiver at the feel of Trent's lips and tongue on my collarbone. My body is trembling in frantic need for his touch. I want his hands on my breasts, my pussy, and my ass. I want his mouth kissing my lips, rubbing across my nipples, suckling at my clit. I want him doing a thousand different things to me all at once. I want him everywhere, on me, in me, behind me, over me, under me…
I start to lick and caress my way down his chest. Sexy, firm pectoral muscles and rippled, washboard abs. I trace my index finger of my other hand over the V muscle that my tongue craves to lick for hours. Lustfully gazing up at Trent, I continue to slide my tongue along the muscular contours of his body. “Mmmm I love the taste of your skin on the tip of my tongue. It's absolute heaven.” Trent growls at my words.
I watch with euphoric eyes, my hand moving up and down on his length. I'm craving to put my mouth on him and find myself pushing off of the kitchen counter and getting on my knees.
“Wha…What are you doing?” Trent is looking down at me with surprise.
He shudders when he feels my tongue, mouth, and hands moving down his body. His cock twitches against my breasts with each long, torturing swipe of my tongue as I move southward.
“Shit, Elle,” Trent groans.
I lick my lips at the sight of him. “I'm going to fuck you with my mouth.” I say each word slowly, with absolute precision.
My eyes pierce his as I slip the tip of his cock into my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around. He jerks at the feel of my lips around his length. “Mmmmmmmmmm.” I hum around his shaft as I slowly take him entirely, engulfing him with my willingness. My willingness… and my want—my need—to pleasure him, to bring him to climax, to watch him come inside of my mouth.
“Ah, Elle...” Trent slides his hands into my hair as I continue to take him deep. I feel his hands start to clench tighter into my hair as I continue to suck him to the back of my throat and then slowly pull away. I hear his breath hitch and I feel a gush of arousal touch my thighs.
I glance up and see Trent's eyes nearly roll into the back of his head when the tip of his shaft hits the back of my throat. I continue to bob my head up and down on his entire length while stroking his balls with my hand. I'm undeniably turned on by the sight of Trent's enraptured expression. The pleasure I'm giving him, bringing him closer to euphoria, is so hot. I insert two fingers into my slick heat; I'm swollen and dripping wet.
Trent watches me with a heated stare, and his eyes lock onto the two fingers sliding in and out of my aching core. He attempts to push his hips away from me, but I quickly take my hands and grasp his ass, firmly pressing his cock past my lips.