There is this throb that has started up between my legs. I feel myself go a little wet.
“So, we’re really doing this?” I ask.
“Oh, yes,” he says. His voice is dark. “Would you like me to fuck you in your bedroom, on the dining room table, bent over that sofa…” He nods in the direction of the living room. “Or right here on the floor?”
“We can start on the table and go from there.”
“Perfect, since I plan on eating you out.”
My pussy floods. It’s probably a good thing I’m not wearing panties.
“Bareback, or would you like me to wear a condom? I came prepared this time. Then again, you do have a box of banana-flavored condoms.” He throws me a half-smile that makes my brain short-circuit for a moment.
“Um…” I give a silly giggle. “I’m good with bareback, if you are?”
He growls and picks me up, walking me over to the table. His eyes are on mine; they’re a stormy green.
“Your eyes change color; did you know that?” My face heats. “Of course you know that. Sorry, I…I think it’s interesting. I’ve never seen anything like them…that’s all.”
He puts me on the table.
“Lift your ass.”
I do as he asks, and he peels my shorts off.
“I got them from my mother. My eyes, that is. She had them too. Lie back and open wide for me.”
I do as he asks, and he goes straight for gold and suckles on my clit. My back bows, and I make this noise from deep in my throat.
I’m not going to last.
