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I make a grab for her, making her lunge out of the way.
However, I am faster than her, and in a few moments, her pretty ass is parked on the bar counter, with me standing between her legs.
“You’re lucky you’re so pretty,” Sarah tells me with a haughty sniff. “I don’t just let anybody haul me around like a sack of potatoes.”
Laughing, I capture her pouting lips.
I have never shared laughing kisses with someone. Sex and lust were always a dark intent with me. Show a woman a good time, take her out to a good restaurant, have wild, dirty sex in her apartment or a hotel, and leave the next day. My longest relationship has been a week, with a Victoria’s Secret model, whom I engaged in a conversation after her show. Even then, we spent most of our time in bed.
With Sarah, I am discovering new aspects to a relationship every day. And I enjoy it. Over these past three days, I realized that I quite enjoy waking up to Sarah’s sleeping face. Watching her get dressed while I lay in bed makes me feel all these emotions that I have never been privy to. Cooking breakfast for her: all these small domesticated acts mean more to me when she is there.
I know that our relationship is moving too fast, but I don’t mind. Deep inside, I know that I don’t plan on letting her escape from me.
Sarah wraps her arms around my neck and bites my lower lip before sucking the hurt away. My eyes darken with lust at the gesture, and I slide my hands up to grip her hips.
Her chest crushes to mine, I feel her nipples harden through her thin blouse, and my mouth waters. Pulling away, I immediately flick open the first few buttons and bend my head to bite one pebbled nipple through her deep red bra.
She jerks. “Hey!” But then her voice trails off into a groan when I start sucking it with great enthusiasm, turning the cloth wet enough for the hardened pink nipple to show. Her hands thread through my hair, and I press my mouth on the round cups of her breasts, wanting to sink my teeth into them. Leaving a wet trail behind, I kiss her neck, making her tremble.
She tips her head to give me better access, and her sigh is long drawn.
I feel her hands on my waistcoat and blink when she moves them down to settle on my ass. “Are you groping the bartender?”
Sarah chuckles, a low husky sound that goes straight to my cock. “I love your pants.”
“What?” resuming my attention on her neck.
She makes a delighted sound. “I never knew I was an ass person till I saw yours. Your pants fit you so perfectly that I could stare at your butt all day.”
I pull away from her, choking on my laughter. “All right, you sexual deviant. Hands off my ass.”
She gives me a wanton look that makes my blood stir hot. “Whenever you wear a waistcoat with your shirt sleeves rolled up to your elbows, it drives me crazy.”
“I’ll wear it every day,” I swear to her as I discard the waistcoat on the floor, followed swiftly by my shirt.
Feeling her hands on my hot skin makes me bite back a groan. She leans down to lick at my nipple, and my cock twitches. I am like a horny teenager right now, and I force myself under control as she caresses and licks my chest, her lips leaving behind her possessive brand on my skin.
When her hands move lower and settle on the bulge in my pants, she looks up at me and then gives me a slow smile of anticipation before she neatly slides off the bar and goes straight to her knees, her hands making quick work of my zipper.
“Sarah.” There is hesitance in my tone. “Are you sure?”
She looks up at me and the sight of her on her knees, ready to suck my cock, makes me grit my teeth in an attempt to regain some control. “I don’t have any experience, but I want to try to make you feel what you did for me this morning.”
Given that I ate her out for twenty minutes till she was begging me to just fuck her, I doubt I would last that long.
She takes out my rock-hard cock and strokes it with her dainty hands, fascination in her face. Then her tongue reaches out and licks the head of it.
She looks a little thoughtful and then darts her tongue out for another taste before she envelopes the bulbous head between her lips and sucks.
I grit my teeth.
I feel long wet strokes along the veins of my cock as she tries to adjust herself to the huge girth of it. Taking it into her mouth, she sucks on it like it is her favorite treat, making my mouth run dry. She paints my cock with her tongue, and I pump my hips a little, making her eyes widen.
Looking down at her, on her knees, in her proper little cardigan and her breasts on display, a wave of lust flashed through me. My little school teacher, properly debauched.
My hands go to her hair, and I weave my fingers into the silky strands, slowly fucking her mouth. Her hands come to rest on my muscled thighs as she lets me use her mouth to get off.
“Relax your jaw,” I tell her, my voice harsh from strain.
