Then I switch to the other nipple and her head tips back, thighs tightening around my waist. I kiss down between her breasts, down her ribs, down her stomach where the muscles jump under my lips. She lifts her hips without me asking, and I pull the dress the rest of the way off and drop it on the floor.
Black lace. That's all she's wearing. Sheer, silky panties that drip with moisture. I hook my fingers into the waistband and look up at her, asking for permission, and Zora doesn't disappoint.
"Take them off," she mewls, lifting again. Her pelvis pushes up in my face, and I'm tempted to nip at her mound, but I focus on the panties, pulling them down her legs, over her heels, and tossing them behind me.
When the panties are gone, her legs fall open, exposing her glistening lips. Her arms rest behind her, propping her up as I run my hands up the insides of her thighs slowly, spreading her open with my thumbs. She shivers and her stomach muscles contract and her hips tilt toward me.
"Kaz, if you don't put your mouth on me, I'm going to lose my mind."
"Is that right?" I press my thumb against her clit and rub in a slow circle, and her whole body jolts off the table.
"Yes, that's— Fuck yes, right there."
I lean in, letting my stubble scrape up the inside of her thigh as my teeth nip at her, and my thumb continues to stroke her, and she's so greedy for more. Her hips rock, seeking more friction, and it makes my dick so hard it feels like I might split open.
"Oh, fuck," she starts, and then my mouth is on her and the rest of the sentence disappears.
I run my tongue flat from her entrance to her clit, and her taste fills my mouth—warm, slick, salty-sweet. Her hips jerk off the table and her hand slams down onto the back of my head, fingers twisting into my hair.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, pressing harder on every pass as I slide two fingers inside her. She's drenched, no resistance at all, and I curl my fingers forward against her front wall and stroke while my tongue keeps working.
"Oh, God, yes." Her voice is barely a sound anymore, more breath than vibration. "Right there, Kaz, don't move, don't you fucking move?—”
Her thighs clamp against my ears and her hips grind into my face and I hold the angle and the pressure and give her exactly what she's asking for. Her breathing fractures into gasps that come shorter and faster and her hand in my hair yanks until my scalp burns.
I suck her clit between my lips and curl my fingers deep and she breaks. Every muscle in her body locks up instantly, and a moan rips out of her chest that builds into a groan so loud my neighbors can probably hear.
Her walls clench around my fingers in pulsing waves, flooding my hand and running down my wrist. Her hips buck against my mouth through every contraction and I hold her there and keep my tongue moving until her thighs stop shaking and her body melts back onto the table.
Then I stand up and wipe my chin with the back of my hand. She's flat on her back, chest heaving, skin flushed from her cheeks to her stomach. Her eyes are half-shut and glazed and she looks ruined and I haven't been inside her yet.
When Zora lifts her head, she looks down at me—my chest, my stomach, lower. Her eyes stop on the hard line straining against my pants and she bites her bottom lip.
"Your pants are in the way," she mewls, but I can see she's having a hard time keeping her eyes open.
I unbuckle my belt and shove my pants and boxers down and step out of them. Her eyes widen and she props herself up on her elbows, staring.
"Jesus, Kaz."
"Come here." I pull her hips to the edge of the table, and she wraps her legs around me as I run the head of my cock along her slit, coating myself in how wet she is. Then I press against her clit on the upstroke and her whole body jerks.
"Stop teasing and fuck me."
I push into her slowly, sinking through her moisture until my balls start to draw up. Her body opens around me inch by inch, and the heat and the tightness pull a groan out of me that rumbles through my chest. I keep going until I'm buried all the way and her mouth is open in a silent groan.
"Oh, my God." Her voice breaks. "Oh, my—you're so—fuck."
"You alright?" My hips pump tiny little thrusts. It's impossible to hold perfectly still when I'm this turned on.
"Oh, my God, you're huge." She grabs my forearm and digs her nails in. "Fuck me."
I pull back and slide into her, and the table wobbles a little. Zora moans and her back arches off the surface as her grip on my arm tightens until her nails break skin.
"Again," she says.
I give it to her again and again, building a rhythm, and she meets me on every stroke, her hips rising off the table to take me deeper. Every time I bottom out, I think I may spill over the edge. It's been too long for me, and she feels too good.
She hooks one arm around my neck and pulls my face down to hers and kisses me while I fuck her. It's messy and desperate, teeth catching as her moans vibrate directly into my mouth. I swallow every one of them.
