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Her hips were writhing up into me, her thighs pinned to the sides of my head, before I finally ran my tongue over her.
Her back arched up off the table as her hands grabbed my head, holding me to her as if I had any plans to stop.
Not until her thighs were shaking.
Until her moans were filling the room.
Until she tensed, and gasped, then shuddered hard as she came.
My lips moved away after, kissing her thighs, up her stomach, between her breasts, over her neck, then sealing my lips to hers.
Her hands were clawing at me then, impatient and needy. A button popped over, pinging onto the surface of the table.
While I pulled back to yank off the shirt, she came with me to the edge of the table, hands on my belt, working it free, then whipping it out of the loops before tossing it aside, and coming back to work my button and zipper free.
Her hand went inside, closing around my cock, pulling it out, and stroking it to the hilt.
Then she was leaning downward, and sucking me into her mouth.
The positioning wasn’t great, but she sucked me with an enthusiasm that had me damn near ready to come in seconds.
“I need to be inside you,” I hissed, pulling her back by her hair, then reaching for a condom to slide on.
Grabbing one of her legs, I placed the foot on the edge of the table, opening her up to me as I stepped inward, tracing the head of my cock up her cleft, then back down again, before slamming inside her pussy.
I had to grit my teeth and take a steadying breath not to come the second I felt her walls tightening around me.
But then her hands were grabbing me, and she was whimpering out my name.
Grabbing a handful of her hair again, I started to fuck her. Hard. Fast.
Cutlery toppled to the floor and the legs of the table scraped against the floor.
“Fuck,” I growled before sealing my lips to hers, my lips hard, my teeth nipping her lip until she gasped.
My hand yanked backward until she had no choice but to lower herself back against the table.
Grabbing her legs, I yanked them up, holding her under the knees as I continued to fuck her.
And, fuck, was this a good sight.
Her naked beneath me, skin pink, back arched, breath ragged.
Her tits bounced as I fucked her harder still, begging to be touched.
Yanking her legs up, I placed them on my shoulders, then let my hands slide up her body, grabbing her breasts, squeezing hard, then teasing her nipples, pinching, twisting.
“Emilio, please,” she begged.
Close.
I could feel it in the way her pussy was like a vice around me.
My hand slipped between her thighs, working her clit as I kept fucking her.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried as she arched, as her body tensed. “Emilio…” she whimpered as the orgasm slammed through her, making her pussy pulse around me, taking me with her as she came.
“I’m starting to see the merits of real wood furniture,” Avery said with a bleary-eyed smile. “I’m pretty sure my table would be in splinters. Or, well, whatever kind of shards fake wood turns to when you fuck too hard on it.”
“Too hard?” I asked.
“Perfectly hard,” she clarified with a big smile.
“Good to know,” I said, reaching for her hand to help her fold up.
I sealed my lips over hers for a moment.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, pulling my pants back up and walking down the hall toward the bath to deal with the condom.
I took a second to roll my neck and shoulders before making my way back out to the dining room, ready to have the talk.
When I made it back there, Avery was already dressed, and she’d grabbed the shit off the floor that we’d knocked down.
“We’re lucky the candles didn’t fall,” she said, head still down, avoiding looking at me.
I moved in front of her, reaching out to cup her chin, forcing it upward.
“Hey,” I said. “Think we need to talk.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “No, it’s totally fine,” she said. “I mean, we’re adults. It happened. You know, twice, but it happened. And we can just pretend it didn’t. And move on. Let things go back to normal.”
“And if I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen?” I asked. “If I want it to keep happening again and again?”
“Emilio,” she said, gaze slipping down.
“It only has to be weird if we make it weird,” I said.
“It’s too complicated,” she insisted.
“What is? You have a job to do. You do it. And after your workday is done, you and I do some very unprofessional shit.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“‘Cause it is, babe,” I said, shrugging. “Look, if it’s a no, it’s a no. You don’t want this, that’s… fine,” I said, even if it felt anything but. “You’d still have a job. We can, like you said, pretend it didn’t happen. But if you do want it, like I want it,” I went on.
