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SERENA
I’d worn another sundress tonight — my cutest one — and my favorite pair of panties. They were my ‘just in case’ panties. The ones I’d reserved for the time and place where I might revive my failing love life once again.
It turned out I shouldn’t even have bothered. Tate’s hands slid up my naked thighs and hooked the waistband nimbly between his calloused fingers. Kneeling on the floor before me, our eyes locked. A split-second later I was lifting my hips for him.
Holy shit Serena…
My gorgeous mechanic rolled my underwear down my naked thighs, sliding his hands over my skin the entire way. My body exploded with goosebumps. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it might come out of my chest.
I felt one foot being lifted, then the other. Tate discarded my underwear over his shoulder, and in that brief glimpse I could see the crotch of my adorable satin thong was already dark with wetness.
For the second time in the day, nothing was said. No words were exchanged. My thighs parted and his head dropped and my eyes closed in sweet anticipation of the inevitable.
Then I felt his gorgeous mouth close over my dripping hot sex, and everything else seemed so impossibly far away.
Fuuuuuck.
It was like being immersed in a warm pool of liquid ecstasy. Like breathing in the sweetest breath of pure oxygen, and then sighing out my soul.
Tate’s lips grazed me gently, as his tongue went to work. He devoured me slowly, lazily at first. Dragging the flat of his beautiful tongue up and down through my honey-coated entrance, while his strong hands remained impossibly warm against the insides of my quivering thighs.
“Mmmmmm…”
I moaned out loud, letting him know how good he felt. Cutting the still silence of the room with soft whimpers and cries, as his tongue grew bolder, moved faster, and probed deeper inside me.
My hands found mountains of his thick, dark hair. It felt soft and luxurious as I sifted through it, tightening my fingers every time he jabbed his tongue deep or flicked it dangerously close to my clit.
This is unbelievable!
This man, this incredible man — this perfect stranger I barely knew — he was on his knees now, eating me. Devouring me. Plunging his tongue and now even his fingers in and out of me, as I cooed softly and writhed beneath him.
Slowly the heat began to rise from that special place in my core. It enveloped me and I welcomed it. Brought me ever closer to that beautiful cliff, where the contractions would begin and my eyes would roll back and I’d be unable to stop squeezing his hair between my two outstretched fists.
“Oh my God…”
I gasped the words as he added a second finger. His tongue flicked faster, his lips pinned tightly against me as my mind began running the home stretch. I let go of everything else. The pressure, the guilt, the strangeness of the whole day… it was all washed away in a huge, euphoric wave as my orgasm crashed over me causing me to cry out and scream at the same time.
“YESSSS!”
I held him prisoner between my thighs at the penultimate moment, terrified he might stop or let go. But I needn't have worried. The last thing I saw before screwing my eyes shut was the determination in Tate’s face as he brought me off. His gorgeous green eyes flashed like jewels in the dim midnight light, and then I was bucking my hips off the couch. Screwing myself into his hot young mouth as I exploded all over him, while letting the sweet flood of endorphins drown my brain in their pure, undistilled nirvana.
I don’t know how many seconds or minutes passed before I came back down again. I only knew I’d been vanquished. My body was limp, my mind still reeling with the happiness of my first non-self-induced climax in God only knew how long.
When my eyes fluttered open I saw Tate withdraw his fingers… then sexily lick them clean. He eagerly lapped up every last drop of my arousal, then kissed the insides of my thighs before pushing them gently closed again.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said as he stood up. “Make dinner again. That was nice.”
My mind reeled with sudden confusion. I wanted to stop him, to protest, to say anything at all! But he was already at the doorway. Already pulling his keys out, and saying goodbye.
“Steak would be good,” he said, as if talking to himself. “Maybe some fries, too.”
Ten
SERENA
“They’re sending the fish back at table seven,” Michael told me, jerking his head. “Just so you know.”
I thanked the busboy for his warning, then swept left with my tray held high. I had way too many drinks on it. We were way too busy.
