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Everything was going so fast. One minute she was just wondering what she should do for dinner. The next she was being hoisted atop her kitchen cabinets, watching Hugh’s gorgeous, chiselled face going down between her legs.
It was a scene taken straight out of her fantasies and when his tongue flicked over her still oversensitive clit, she completely forgot all of her earlier objections. Arching with a low moan, she shoved a hand into his hair, pulling his mouth against her. Her suddenly overheated sex rippled as his tongue plunged in and began feasting on her with deep, swirling licks.
“Mmm… you’re so tasty Mrs Clarke…” Hugh growled, his tongue never ceasing in its exploration as he ate her hungrily. “I could eat your cunt all night.”
He buried his face in her tender flesh, completely immersing him in her core as her cream flowed readily into his greedy mouth. She had a unique flavour, one he couldn’t get enough of her, and sucked her folds before working his tongue in and out, orally fucking her into delirium.
“Hugh… Oh fuck!” Elizabeth was on the verge of losing all control. Her whole body was aquiver from the things his mouth was doing to her. Still sensitive from her self-induced climax, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she reached her peak. Her thighs tightened instinctively, trying to hold him in place while she greedily bucked and ground her pelvis against him in a desperate attempt to make his tongue go as deep as possible.
This was something Patrick had never done for her. Though he expected it often, her loving husband never felt the need to return the favour. Hugh, however, was more than happy to attend to her, and oh God was he was so good at it. Already she could feel herself returning to the edge of that sweet precipice. Her hand clutched desperately at clumps of his hair as his tongue mercilessly pillaged her core, stretching to its limit and caressing her deeper than she’d ever thought possible. It felt like he was licking her everywhere at once.
Eager to give her what she craved, Hugh altered tactics and, with both arms coiled around her thighs, pivoted her up ever so slightly. This new position afforded him greater access to her body, and he didn’t wait before switching to suckle her clit.
“Oh, sweet Jesus… Hugh, please, please… I… I… oh my god, you’re going to make me cum again… yes, yes, yes, oh fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna…”
She thought she was going to die.
When he sucked her little bundle of nerves, a thousand different explosions went off in her head at once. Oh yes, she was going to die. She was going to burn up in the fires of her own ecstasy.
“Yeah, cum for me, Mrs Clarke,” Hugh growled, staring up at her, his gaze dark and hot with lust. “You’re so fucking sexy. Feed me your wet cunt and cum on my face as I eat your pussy.”
She looked so amazing like this, so dishevelled and uninhibited, so unlike the woman he had known while growing up.
Caught in his stare, Elizabeth couldn’t look away. Even as the orgasm exploded through her, called up by his very command, she was possessed, rooted by the desire burning in his eyes, the sheer sensuality of watching him go down on her as waves rushed over her. They crested higher and higher until the storm passed, and it had reduced her to a panting mess.
Licking his lips clean, Hugh lowered her legs off of his shoulders and rose up to his full height between her drooping limbs. At some point, he must have unfastened his trousers. They were open and his cock stood rampant between muscular thighs, the wide crest poised at her cleft. With a roll of his hips, he dragged the weeping tip along her folds to nudge her oversensitive clit.
The contact sent a thrill through Elizabeth that made her back arch. She wanted this. No, she needed this, but not here, not in her kitchen.
“Take me to bed.”
Hugh Didn’t question her decision. With a nod, he heaved her up and crushed her to him. Instinctively, she crossed her legs over his buttocks and swept her hands over his shoulders, scoring him lightly with her nails and marvelling at the wall of muscle beneath his shirt. He carried her effortlessly out of the kitchen, down the hall, and up the stairs to the master bedroom.
He didn’t bother turning on the light. Elizabeth was glad of that. The darkness helped her nervousness, made her feel like she was somewhere other than her family home, and it hid the photos. They were many- and everywhere, photos of birthdays and events, of her family and friends, of Victor. She didn’t think she could do this with him watching.
However, there was enough light for Hugh to discern the outline of the grand canopied king-size bed. He made straight for it, but he didn’t notice the rug at its foot. He slipped, and they tumbled together onto the neatly made covers, with Elizabeth on top.
She felt a thrill shiver down her spine as she took in the sight of the young man lying beneath her, unable to keep the devious smirk from her lips.
Strong, intelligent, and handsome, there wasn’t a red-blooded woman alive that wouldn’t give her right arm just to have him look at them the way he was at her. And yet, at this moment, he only had eyes for her, the mother of his best friend. A middle-aged housewife who had given the best years of her life to a neglectful, drunkard and adulterer. What had she ever done to get so lucky?
Smirking wickedly, Elizabeth winked, then shuffled her butt back down his legs.
Hugh gave her a quizzical look. "Mrs Clarke?”
“I love it when you call me that,” she purred, keeping her eyes locked on his until she found what she was looking for and gave a surprised gasp. “Wow, you’ve grown into such a big boy.”
Then, with her eyes still burning into his, she dipped her head and dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside of his cock from root to tip before going to work on him.
Hugh groaned and fisted the sheets, unable to look away as she bowed her head. Those full pink lips stretched tight and gliding down his cock, sucking him in.
“Oh fuck, Mrs Clarke…”
Whenever he called her that, it just sounded so dirty. Elizabeth couldn’t help moaning around her mouthful. And he was a mouthful. She’d wanted to take him all in, but he was much too big for that. Only a third of the way down and she was already at her limit. Yet that only made her feel naughtier. He just smelled so good, and his taste- she’d never known a man could taste so good. Pulling back, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and mouthed his thick crown.
“Is this what you want, Hugh, your best friend’s mum, sucking your cock?”
Releasing the head, she swirled her tongue around and around the wide crest, before pulling back to tease the tip with flicking licks. Then she was dragging the flat of her tongue up and down his length, like she was licking an ice lolly, and all the while still looking up into his eyes.
