Undersold(36)

Shane answered the door, and a huge smile broke across his face. When I saw him and his flint grey eyes, his chiseled jaw and beautiful body, all of my doubt disappeared. I knew I made the right decision with Jim, and I knew Jim would be fine. I knew I would be fine, too.

He took my bags and we went inside. He was about to speak, but I felt something push to the surface inside of me, and I pressed my body against his and kissed him deeply. I felt his soft lips part and his tongue enter mine. I ran my hands down his chest and felt his muscles under his thin cotton t-shirt. We hadn’t spoken yet, and I didn’t want to speak. He steered me into a room off the corridor. It was a formal dining room, and a huge antique wood table, heavy and sturdy, dominated the space.

I ran my hands from his chest toward his cock and felt its length through his jeans. It grew under my pressure and stiffened as I rubbed up and down its length. He let out a small groan and pulled the back of my dress up over my ass. His hands grabbed my hips and he steered me toward the table, lifted me up, and put me sitting down on the tabletop.

I wrapped my legs around him and kept working his stiff length through his jeans. He kissed my neck and pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders and unzipped its back. I could feel myself grow wet as his lips moved down toward my chest and over my exposed bra. He moved away and I felt his cock leave my hands as he dropped onto his knees. I let out a small moan of anticipation as his lips touched my inner thigh and he slid my black panties down my legs.

The cold tabletop felt good under my skin, and his lips found my tingling skin. I spread my legs, and he lifted one up to place my foot flat on the table. His strong hands pulled my hips forward, closer to the edge of the table. His tongue and lips found my swollen clit and worked around it gently. I arched my back, waves of pleasure washing over me, and every ounce of stress and doubt left my body as his tongue and lips worked my soaking body. I felt his tongue slip inside me then run back up to my clit. As he worked it with his tongue, alternating soft and hard, I felt one of his fingers slip deep inside of me. I moaned and laid back as he continued to lick and suck. I felt my body stiffen and convulse as wave after wave of tingling pleasure filled me and moved up my body.

When I drew near to orgasm, I felt him stop and stand up. I propped myself up on one elbow and watched him undo his jeans and pull them down. His beautiful cock was straight and hard, and I loved staring at its girth and length emerge from his underwear, ready to take me. I shifted my body and turned onto my stomach as he pulled his jeans off his feet. When he finished, I took the base of his stiff rod, and I opened my mouth. I took his hard cock in my moist mouth, and he let out a deep growl.

Laying on my stomach on the tabletop, I took as much of him inside my mouth as I could. I ran my tongue along the base of his shaft and tasted his warm salty sweat, and savored every flavor of him. He ran his hands through my hair softly, pulling it back from my face. I used my hands on the edge of the table to give myself leverage as I opened my throat and took as much of him as I could. I felt him stiffen as he slid down my throat. He let out a groan and I felt the pressure from his fingers in my hair increase, small pleasures and pains mingling.

“God yes, take my cock,” he whispered, and I tried to swallow as much of him as I could. I pulled back and his cock left my throat and mouth trailing saliva. I took his slippery shaft in my hand, and caught my breath. I ran my hand up and down his length and looked at my saliva drop off of his tip, savoring the thickness of him.

He shifted his hips back and rolled me over again, onto my back. I opened my mouth for his cock, and he pressed his tip into my lips as he reached forward to run his calloused fingers against my soaked clit. I moaned with his cock in my mouth and he slowly moved his hips and fingers in tandem, fucking my mouth and rubbing my juices against my swollen mound. Between the taste of his thick root and his fingers on my clit, I was writhing and moaning in ecstasy. I took as much of his cock as he wanted, and felt it slide into my throat as his fingers rubbed circles around my clit. Pleasure and pain mingled through my body, and before I could run out of breath, I pushed his hips back. His cock left my mouth with a small pop.

“I love that, your mouth around my cock,” he whispered as I turned myself around, sitting up on my hands, with my legs spread wide open on the table top. He bent over toward his jeans, ripped something open, and rolled the cover onto his cock. My body was vibrating with anticipation and need, and those short moments always built up my desire for his body. He turned back toward me, wrapped his arms under my legs, pulled my hips up to the edge of the table and toward him, then pushed his length inside of me.