Page 9 of Tides and Tidings

She nodded furiously. I lapped up some of the wetness and positioned myself against her lips. Blythe grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.

I shifted back down and got back to work. While I expertly worked her sensitive clit, I slid two fingers inside her. I stroked the spot deep inside her that made her weak in the knees.

Blythe’s back was arching, her tell-tale sign that she was about to come. Her hips involuntarily bucked up, pressing my tongue harder against her clit.

“Charlie, I—” she couldn’t finish what she was going to say because she clamped down on my fingers. Her head fell back as waves of ecstasy rippled through her body. Making her come was my favorite thing to do. Watching her writhe in pure pleasure because of something I did made me feel like I was on top of the world.

“That’s better,” I paused, taking in the sight of her. “Now what do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me right here on the floor.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Blythe

The hottie that’s all mine just made me cum on the kitchen counter. On the same counter where we prep all our food. The same counter that our little Wren colors at while we make dinner. It was exhilarating. Our sex life has always been incredible—the best I’ve ever had—but this was next level. I didn’t have time to process because he lifted me up and gently laid me down on the floor between the kitchen island and the refrigerator.

Charlie tightened his grip around the base of my neck. Our lips were erratic against each other, our mouths fighting for dominance. He hovered over me, slowly lowering himself to close the gap between our bodies. Our mouths danced a perfectly choreographed routine.

Charlie pulled away abruptly, his voice dripping with desire. “Are you sure you don’t want to head to the bedroom?”

“I couldn’t be more sure.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him flush against my body. “The pants need to go. You’re way overdressed for this party.”

A devious smile spread across Charlie’s face, “Is that so?”

“Mmm.”

“Well we can’t have that, now can we?”

I reached down; he was already stiff and throbbing. I rubbed him through his sweatpants, and a small moan escaped his mouth.

Charlie stood up to remove the material that was keeping him from being inside of me. A wide smile spread across his face as his boxers fell to the floor. “Now we’re on the same page.”

I took in the man that made me weak in the knees. He grabbed himself and ran his hand up and down his length. “Tell me what you want.”

My mouth went slightly agape and I was hypnotized.

“Blythe?”

I snapped out of it, responding to his question. “I need you.”

Charlie gave a satisfied nod, “Then you just enjoy all the things I’m going to do to you.”

He lowered himself back over me, resting on his left elbow while perfectly aligning his dick to my clit before sliding it back and forth. Teasing me slowly. I hooked my right leg around his back to pull him even closer, but he backed away.

“Patience.” He growled from the spot he was nipping on my neck. “You’re going to come at least once before I put my dick in you.”

I whimpered, “But…”

“We never have this much time. Let me do all the things I want to do for you. You deserve to be fucked like the queen you are.”

I capitulated. I wasn’t about to argue with the man who just ate me out on the kitchen counter and is solely responsible for my orgasms.

Charlie departed from my swollen clit and teased my entrance. “It’s not wet enough yet.” He grabbed my right hand and slid it to my clit, “Rub,” he commanded.

I did as I was told, no questions asked. There was something so hot about taking care of my pleasure while Charlie watched. I felt empowered—like I was on top of the world. I rubbed my swollen bud while he went to town on my hard nipples.

“You have the most incredible titties.” He was pinching my right nipple and sucking hard on the left, all while still teasing my entrance.