“You wouldn’t have lost me, Chris. You mean too much to me to walk away.” She cupped his cheek, bringing her fingers over his lips.
I can touch him. He’s mine to touch like I’m his to touch.
Dropping her gaze to his lips, she stepped closer.
“I want to kiss you,” she said.
“You don’t need to ask my permission, baby. Kiss me.”
He stood still in her arms. Chris was taller than she was. Going onto the tips of her toes, she pressed her lips against his. The touch was light at first. She explored his lips, gently, not wanting to push too far.
His hand gripped her hip. She pulled back to stare in his eyes. “Your fingerprints are on my hips,” she said, smiling.
“I intended to mark you. How did it feel having my marks on you?” he asked.
“I liked it.” Before he got a chance to speak, she slammed her lips on his, plunging her tongue into his mouth. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasure of his lips.
Fingers sank into her hair, holding her into place. Chris didn’t take over the kiss even though she sensed he wanted to. She searched his mouth with her tongue, exploring him. Rachel took her time, getting to know the feel of him with her lips alone.
After some time passed, Chris pulled away.
“I can’t take much more of your torture,” he said.
“I’m not torturing you.” She rubbed her nose against his breathing in a sigh of relief at the fact she could touch him without feeling guilty.
He took her hands in his and pressed them against the hard ridge of his cock. “You’re torturing me, baby. Everything about you is hard for me to resist.”
She giggled. Rachel couldn’t stop herself from the euphoria exploding inside her.
“How about we give ourselves one last treat here?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“What do you have in mind?” He unbuckled her coat and pushed it off her shoulders.
“We’re all alone, and it has been too long since I’ve seen you naked.”
Her shirt joined the coat followed by her bra. In one swift move he lifted her onto the table.
“The table isn’t strong enough for me.” She held on tight to him.
“It’s strong enough for you.” He cut off her speech with his lips on hers. “I’m going to fuck you on this shitty table, and then I’m going to take you back to my apartment and fuck you in every room.”
“Are you doing this after lunch? It’ll take a long time to get all the rooms in your apartment and surfaces covered,” she said.
“Vixen, I’ve got a long time to achieve my goal.” His lips moved down from hers to her neck. She moaned and whimpered as the pleasure intensified.
Pushing him away was not an option.
****
Rachel was going to be all his. Chris kissed along her collarbone, licking the path down to the top of her breast. Her nipples were rock hard, and her breathing was getting deeper. His cock was stiff. All he wanted to do was tear off their clothes and fuck for the rest of the day. Instead, he was going to devote his time to her tits before taking her on the table.
While he’d been talking with her landlord, he’d been imagining fucking her across the table.
Soon, he’d be inside her, and it would no longer be an image for him.
“Are you wet for me, Rachel?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“How wet?” Working on the buckle, he slowly pulled her jeans down. She lifted her ass, making it easy for him to release her clothing.
“A lot.”
He tore her panties from her body and stared at her. She was completely naked whereas he was still fully clothed.
“Touch your pussy.”
Her hand went between her thighs. He gazed down, watching her fingers work between her bare slit. The trust she showed him last night took his breath away. There was something between them. A connection that couldn’t be taken away and had always been there, waiting for them.
“Tell me how wet you are.”
“I’m soaking my fingers, Chris. I’m so wet. You make me wet.”
“Good. Give me your fingers. I want to lick your cream off.” Her scent wafted up to his nostrils. She smelled so damn good.
Rachel pressed her fingers to his lips. They glistened in the light, and her scent intensified.
Staring into her eyes, he slowly licked each finger, taking all of her cream from her fingers.
She gasped as he sucked each finger into his mouth. When he was done, he took her hand in his and placed it between her legs. “I want to lick more of you. Give me more.”
Kneeling down in front of her, he took one of her nipples into his mouth. His cock was so hard and hurting against his zipper. Reaching down he released his cock through the zipper. He loved the power he felt being fully clothed with Rachel at his mercy.