She groans. “You’re not being fair.”
“How so?” I tease my fingers under her panties, my other hand sliding up the front of her t-shirt and over her tit that fits perfectly in my palm.
“You can’t put me in this position with your hard cock brushing against me and call me love. Not with breakfast sitting there getting cold. It’s not fair.”
“That’s okay. I have something else I’d like to eat far more.”
I drop to my knees, taking her underwear right along with me, and she gasps as my lips land against her.
“Gavin.” She says my name on a moan, her head dropping back.
“That’s right. That’s exactly who is about to eat this pussy. Say it again.”
“Gavin.”
“Again,” I instruct as I spread her, forcing her onto her tiptoes.
“Gavin!” she cries out when I slide my tongue along her, from her pussy right back to her hole that I haven’t yet played with.
She tenses, then melts against me.
“Oh my god,” she whines as I lick her again. “Holy… Don’t stop,please.”
She’s begging now, and I’m more than happy to accommodate her. I do it again, slipping my tongue into her cunt for a moment before running it back over her tight ring. She pushes back when I do it, and I grin against her. This time, I focus on her ass, tasting her and thriving off the moans filling the kitchen.
“I think I could come like this,” she says through pants. “I just need…”
She puts her hand between her legs, and I know exactly what she’s doing, drawing tight circles over her clit. It’s fucking hot. My tongue in her ass, her hand on her cunt.Toohot, in fact. Before I even realize what’s happening, I blow my load right into my pants like some out-of-control fucking teenager instead of an almost forty-year-old man.
It would be embarrassing if Nessa weren’t coming right along with me.
“Gavin, Gavin, Gavin,” she chants as she shakes harder than I’ve felt her shake before.
When she finally comes down, I realize it’s not enough. Even though I just came, my cock is still rock hard, and I need to be inside her. I rip my cum-soaked pants down, toss her leg up on the counter, and slide inside her.
“Oh god!” she shouts as I slam into her again and again. It’s rougher than I’ve fucked her before, and I can’t help myself.
I don’t know what’s come over me. It feels animalistic or something, like I’m going to go crazy if I don’t fill her up right this second. I pound into her, watching as her hands grip the counter tighter and tighter with each thrust. When I’m close, I slip my hand between us and press my finger right against the tight hole I just had my tongue all over.
“Fuck,” she groans, pushing into me, the digit sliding into her.
Watching her fuck herself on my finger is exactly what I need to send me over the edge, and I empty myself inside her as she comes right along with me. When the last of my orgasm leaves me, I drop my head to her shoulder, trying to catch my breath as I pull out, settling her back on the floor.
We stand like that for a long time, and I’m not exactly sure who moves first, but we eventually make our way to the shower. We rinse each other off with gentle hands, unable to look away from one another.
Breakfast never gets eaten, and it’s still somehow the best meal I’ve ever had.
CHAPTER 20
VANESSA
“Oh, fuck, that’s good.”
He moans.
“Fucking yes.”
I stare up at him.
