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I made a non-committal noise and stood still as he picked me up and placed me on the counter. He shoved lettuce to the floor and let my tomatoes roll bouncing against the floor. I peered over and saw a few had squirted all over the tile and sighed shaking my head.
“Messy boy.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was easier to surrender in this case.
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean it all up. All of it.” He jerked his chin and I had a feeling he meant more than just the mess the vegetables made. I rubbed my thighs together creating the friction I needed to ease my ache.
He grabbed my knees and gently pulled them apart so he could make room for his wide hips. The air tickled my legs and licked a cool path to my core forcing the muscles to clench tight.
“Waste of some good produce.” I murmured as David reached up under my skirt I’d changed into when I got home to yank my panties down. The cotton and lace scrapped my skin in a delicious wave of rough against soft.
“I’ll make it worth a second trip to the farmer’s market.” He flipped my skirt up and kissed my inner thigh. He supported the extra weight of my leg and then started licking me gently while he pushed me back over the counter. “I’m just so hungry for this fresh sweet cream.” He groaned against me and proceeded to lick and suck my pussy while pressing my clit gently in slow circles that made me jerk up to feel more of his talented tongue against me.
“Think I’m good right here.” I moaned into the next set of licks as David did exactly as he promised cleaning up the kitchen from top to bottom.
“We’re missing something important.” He nipped my inner thigh and pressed a thick calloused finger inside me twisting the digit until he was hooked against my inner wall and the sensation made me a wet quivering mess.
“David.” I squealed letting my feelings shift to autopilot while he had his wicked way with me. There was time to examine what this all meant, but for now it felt too good to do anything except feel.
“That’s it. Let go. Give it to me.” He chanted nonsensical words as I rode out my orgasm on the top of my kitchen counter. Granite countertop be damned, he turned me into a puddle of need, and desire.
“Feels so good.” I pulled him closer to me, the heat from our bodies radiating.
“I know baby.” David pulled me to the edge of the counter and while I was on the fast track to falling over the brink he toyed with me edging the pleasure only to back off and start up again.
“Too much.” I whined as he pressed deeper. His fingers lodged further and he curled them stroking me in a come hither manner like he was coaxing me to submit. I was far too gone to fight it off or demand my satisfaction the good old fashioned way. The bedroom was too far and my legs were too weak. I’d suffer now and take it out on him later. If David knew me at all
, he’d know this was a terrible game to play with me. I had a favor to ask him and if he thought yoga pants were a problem, well, better to ask forgiveness later, right?
It took an hour and a medium rare strip steak for me to catch my breath. David sat me down at the table while he washed dishes and scrubbed the floor. It was like my own version of kitchen porn.
“I can help.”
“Nope.” He grinned wearing sweatpants and yellow rubber gloves stretched over his large manly paws.
I supposed that now was a good time to call in my favor while I had him theoretically worshipping at my feet.
“While you’re down there.” I suggestively spread my legs open giving him a birds eye view of glistening skin as I raised my skirt just over my knees.
“Not fair. You do not play fair at all Miss Roberts.” He enunciated crawling over to me.
“Remember how you suggested being more public.” I caressed the edge of my top teasing him.
“If this is about my suggestion of fucking in the field house, I was half kidding and I already apologized several times.” His confused expression was adorable on a man of his age and size. Like a teddy bear who popped a stitch.
“Nope, not about the field house, though I might be convinced in the off season.”
“Seriously.”
“No, but you did just volunteer yourself to help chaperone the Decade’s Dance.” I grinned waiting for him to catch up.
David shook his head and resumed scrubbing my floor.
“Ugh, I think I’d rather be shot down over hostile territory than put on a velour suit.”
“I’m sorry, what was that? I think I heard you say, I’m pleased to attend as your date.”
We eye fucked each other across the kitchen. I knew I won as soon as he broke contact.
“Sure. I’m happy to dress up like an idiot and watch kids pretend to not spike the punch bowl and make out in the janitors closet.”
