"Thank you." I bat my eyes at him, my tits jiggling as I bounce up and down. This is fun and sexy as hell. I've never done foreplay like this before. I'd thought it would be awkward, but not with Scott.
I'm starting to think nothing will be off-limits or awkward with him. Everything with him is hot and perfect and natural.
"Take a seat on the counter. There's one thing you got wrong on my order."
I obey, making sure the apron rides up high on my legs. He steps in close to me, and sets the cup of coffee down beside me.
He takes out a cube of ice and holds it up for me to see. "When a customer orders an iced coffee, they want it to mostly be coffee. Not ice. If they take this out on a hot day, the ice would melt and then it'll be disgusting. Let me show you."
He runs the ice cube down the valley between my breasts, trickles of water trailing in its wake. I shiver and my nipples pucker into hard peaks in response.
"See how fast it melts against the heat of your skin?"
I nod and try to stay still.
He runs it across first one nipple, and then the other. I suck in a hard breath and squeeze my eyes shut as icy heat sears through my veins. Goosebumps rise over every inch of my body as he holds the ice tight against one of my nipples. It's so intense, little shots of pain stab through me, but it morphs into a pleasant burn that travels right to my core.
When the ice cube gets too small, he tosses it into the sink behind him and pulls another from the cup. He brings it straight up to my other nipple, holding it there while I gasp and shake until my nipple almost goes numb.
He tosses that one into the sink too. "See how fast they melt? And as hot as your tits are, they're nowhere near as hot as a summer day." He runs the next cube down my belly, then up my leg to the crease in my thigh, dragging it across to my pussy. "But here, you are scorching. This will show you properly."
The ice cube travels between my lips and presses against my clit. The icy heat is harsher down there. It's too much, I almost pull away. But as the cold water dribbles over the rest of me, it becomes more bearable. And then it becomes glorious. Every one of my senses comes alive, sending me into overload. I can feel each one of his breaths against my skin. My nose is swamped with the scents of coffee, vanilla, and arousal. The hum of the fridge mixes with the small moans I make, the low growls Scott makes.
He exchanges the cubes again. And then he sticks that fucking cube up inside me. Inside. Me.
I scream, grabbing hard at his shoulders. It burns, it makes my belly clench. My nipples grow impossibly harder and fuck, I want him inside me now. I claw at his shirt, trying to get it off him. I've never been so fucking turned on ever. Ever.
But instead of removing his clothes and taking me right here, right now on the counter, he pulls back. "Look what you've done. Made a complete mess of my pants. What did I tell you about the hygienic work area?"
A pathetic whimpering mewling sound comes from low in my throat. He's killing me. "Sorry, Boss."
I don't see a thing on his pants other than a few small wet spots from the melting ice. I hop from the counter, startling when the melted ice runs down my leg.
Scott notices and closes his eyes with a groan and a whispered, "Fuck."
He steps back a few feet and I follow him, kneeling with my face level to his bulge. With trembling, clumsy fingers, I get his pants undone and his cock out. I all but purr at the sight.
His cock is so beautiful, and it's all mine now.
Deciding to give him a little taste of his own torture medicine, I lick the crease of his thighs and fondle his balls softly. Instead of taking him into my mouth, I run my tongue up and down the length of him, then flick it over the head of his cock.
He growls and pants, his thighs trembling.
I look up at him and smile innocently. "I just want to make sure I get you nice and clean. Wouldn't want you to fail a health inspection."
Before I have the chance to tease him some more, he yanks me to my feet, and bends me over the counter. He runs his hands from my pussy through the crease of my ass, playing with my back hole.
He leans over me. "I can't wait to take you back here." His whisper is dark with forbidden promises.
I moan, some of the melted ice pooling around my tits, making my peaks harden even more. I can't wait to finally try anal, and I'm so glad I waited for him. As terrified as I am of his huge, huge dick fitting inside such a small hole.
He enters me with a shove, making me cry out and scramble for purchase on the slick counter-top. Him inside me is like coming home. Nothing feels as good as him inside me. His fingers knead my ass as he fucks me. I shove back against him with each plunge, wanting him further inside me, wanting all of him.
With every stroke, he claims a piece of me and I give it freely. He owns me, consumes me, remakes me.
Our bodies are slick and sticky with coffee and sweat as we batter at each other, letting out our desperation and worry over how this will change us. Letting out our relief at revealing our feelings for one another. Letting out our joy at finally giving in to what we've wanted for so long, but just didn't know it.
Right as I reach the edge, he yanks out of me and spins me around, all but tossing me onto the counter. "I want to see you when you come."
He kisses me and enters me at the same time. I wrap my arms and legs around him, never breaking contact with his mouth. His tongue plunders with the same greed as his cock, filling my mouth and pussy with the same urgent need. Our breaths and moans pass back and forth through each other's lips.
My fingers form claws and I scrape them lightly down his back. He leaves my mouth and starts nipping down my neck. My body tightens and contracts, my limbs tensions around him, holding him tighter, drawing him deeper.
The climax tears through me like a violent hurricane, spinning me up in the air until I don't know which way is up or down. My legs are numb, only the fiery tingling sensation lets me know I do indeed still have legs. A second orgasm builds from the first as Scott keeps plowing into me.
He releases one of my hips and brings his fingers to my clit, rubbing and flicking at it. I bury my face in his neck, but he shrugs me off. "I want to see you. I want to watch you come."
I release his neck and lean back, meeting his eyes wide and dark with desire for me. His eyes drag down to my breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. He dips down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.
Giddiness coils inside me. Bliss ripples over me. Scott's name falls from my lips as I jolt and twitch. Scott releases my tit to stare down at me as I splinter into pieces, unable to breath or think or make any sort of sound.
My pussy clenches around him, milking his own orgasm from him. He collapses on top of me, his head resting on my chest, his hair tickling my breasts.
After a few moments, I squirm. 'I can't feel my ass."
With a chuckle, he pushes off of me and helps me off the counter. We stare around my kitchen with matching satisfied grins.
"You're helping me clean all this up."
He laughs and kisses me. He tastes like coffee and home.
29
Scott pushes away from me, yanking his pants pack around his waist. I suddenly feel very, very naked. Why do I always end up in my birthday suit while the guys are fully dressed?
Oh, who am I kidding? It's pretty hot. Especially with Scott.
He grabs my list from the fridge, a pen from the counter, and crosses off boss. I pluck the paper from his fingers and rip it into pieces, tossing it in the sink.
"What are you doing?" he asks, his lips quirking at the corner.
I smile a little shyly. "You were the first one on my list, and I want you to be the last, too. I'm done with it. I found what I was looking for. I went in search of adventure, and I definitely found it--but the best part was the adventure we went on together."
He presses a swift kiss to my lips before stepping back and laughing a little. "We did some weird shit, me and you," he says.
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p; Fuck yeah we did. "Definitely," I agree. "Were you always that adventurous, or…?" I trail off.
Scott rubs the back of his neck. "Honestly, I was just that in love with you. I was just as surprised as you are that all of it turned me on as much as it did. Even the threesome. It wasn't about too many dicks, it was just that while I was watching you with him, and with me, I realized I was in love with you. And it was just like--it was too much. I needed to go home and figure out how--"
"Scott." I cut him off.
He frowns. Like he's worried I'm about to shatter everything. Like I'm about to shatter him.
I meet his gorgeous eyes. "I love you too. Now shut up and show me how much." Again.
Scott stalks over to me with a grin, reaching behind my hips to release the apron still half hanging off me. It pools around my feet. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me, walking me backwards towards my bedroom. At the door, he lifts me up and I thread my legs around his waist, my pussy rubbing against his jeans. He carries me into my room and lays me down on the bed, pressing me into the mattress, and kisses me senseless. I arch up against him, plucking at his shirt, wanting him naked, wanting his skin against mine, wanting all of him against me.
He parts our lips and steps back. I perch on my elbows on the bed, and watch as he finally sheds his clothes. Desire licks low in my belly as I run my eyes over his gorgeous body--his rippling abs, that delicious V, his huge cock, his luscious ass.
He shoots me a cocky grin when he sees me admiring him. I grin back, unrepentant.
Scott covers my body with his, moving his mouth over mine almost lazily. He rolls us over until I'm splayed across his chest, his back leaning on the headboard. Our kisses lack any real drive and hunger. It's like we're learning each other all over again. There's no hurry, no immediate rush to fuck. We can take our time and explore each other. We have all the time in the world.
His fingers trail down my arm while his other rubs idly at my ass.
My nipples are already hard and my pussy is already wet again. I wonder how long things will be this way. How long just being in his presence or seeing his naked chest or ass will send my hormones into overdrive?
At least his hard length stands at attention, ready for more action as well. He's as affected by me as I am by him.
Good to know.
Our tongues tangle together in a slow, sensual dance. I nip his bottom lip, then soothe the sting by running my tongue across the ache. His fingers tighten on my ass, making me grin. My hand wanders down him to his cock, wrapping my fingers around it, stroking him up and down.
I leave his lips and trail my mouth and tongue over his skin. I want to taste every inch of him.
Scott groans and reaches up behind him to clutch the pillow, the corners of his eyes tightening as he fights for control. Once he's writhing and gasping, I finally take his hard, silky cock into my mouth, holding his hips down so he can't thrust into me. I bob up and down on him in slow, soft movements, keeping my mouth wide open so I barely graze him. I flick my tongue lightly across him and bring one of my hands down to stroke his balls.
His thighs tremble beneath me and he shifts his legs restlessly. "Fuck, Amanda."
I slide my mouth off him, meeting his eyes with a smile. "What?"
"Absolutely nothing, love. You've got a magical damn mouth."
I hide a pleased smile. "I've thought the same thing about you."
He rolls us over again so he's back on top. "Oh really? Want a preview of my magic mouth?"
"I wasn't done with you," I protest with a pretend pout, hungry for his cock back in my mouth.
Scott pierces me with his electric blue gaze. "When I come, I want to be buried inside you."
I shiver at his words as he bows his head over my center, spreading my legs so he can feast. He draws languid circles around my clit with his tongue. Liquid heat pools low, flooding my system.
Scott grabs the back of my knees, lifting my legs and pressing my thighs into my chest, baring all of me to his mouth. He runs the flat of his tongue up the crease of my ass through the folds of my cunt.
I stare down the length of my body at him and he meets my gaze. A dark curl falls over his forehead and the walls of my room make his eyes brighter. They really do match perfectly. The color of the ocean in winter. Ice blue with hints of stormy gray.
He is so damn gorgeous, how have I kept myself off him for so many years?
All those years I wasted with Adam, I could have been with him. I could have had his clever mouth against me every day.
My heart swells with love and passion for this beautiful, wonderful man. He knows the best and the worst of me. The hottest and the messiest. And I know him. He's willing to do anything with me and for me. For crying out loud, he even had a threesome with me and another guy. And only got weird over it because of his feelings for me.
Maybe we were always headed here, and all the things and people that came before prepared us for this. Maybe now, we are ready and won't screw it up.
Scott reaches up to one of my hands, twining our fingers together, his thumb rubbing against the inside of my wrist. His other hand holds my legs in place while he continues licking me up and down.
It's his thumb against the tender flesh of my arm, it's his eyes blazing at me, it's his fingers tangled with mine in a gesture almost more intimate than his mouth against my core, it's the love tightening my chest. That's what makes the ecstasy detonate inside me.
Scott releases my legs and gathers me into his arms, holding me close as I shake from the aftershocks. He presses a sweet kiss to my forehead once I calm.
"You are way too good at that," I finally gasp.
His chuckle rumbles from deep in his belly. "I'm glad you like it because based on how good you taste, I'm gonna want to be down there every day."
I tilt my head to kiss him. "I'm going to hold you to that."
"God, I love you."
"I love you too." I bite my lip.
"What?" he asks, his forehead creasing with concern.
I shrug. "It's just---I just can't believe I'm allowed to say that. And I can't believe how easy it is to say."
"I love hearing you say it," he admits.
I raise a brow and turn so I'm on my belly beside him. "Oh yeah?" I reach up to kiss him. "I love you." I throw a leg over his waist and straddle him, leaning down by his ear. "I love you." I sit up, grabbing his hands and placing them on my breasts, sliding down him until my slick pussy rubs against his hardening cock. "I love you." I reach down and position him so he pushes inside me. "I love you."
Steadying myself with my hands on his chest, I start rocking back and forth, declaring my love with each stroke. In this position, he hits a new spot inside of me, rubbing up against my g-spot. My pussy is spread wide and my clit rubs against him with each thrust, heightening the pleasure.
Scott stares up at me, his hands clutching my bouncing breasts, his fingers plucking my cherry nipples. I now know and recognize what the awe-struck expression he wears so often is. It's love.
His love for me showed up on his face long before either of us knew what was going on.
Scott loves me. Me.
I ride him faster as the realization really sinks in, my hands traveling up to cup his face. He turns his head to press a kiss into my left palm. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, making me gasp and grind harder down on him.
His lids grow heavy, the blue in his eyes intensifying to the color of sapphires. His gaze penetrates me to my soul, reading everything inside me. The ardent passion of it increases the pressure of pleasure shuddering through me.
I melt all over him, turning gooey and pliant as I collapse against his chest. He wraps his arms around my back, burying his face in my neck.
"Fuck, I love you." He starts to move inside me again, lifting his pelvis to press inside me. He brings us both to a seated position, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Our chests covered in sheens of sweat slide against each other with each thrust. We stare in
to each other's eyes as our bodies become one.
Before tonight, I would have believed that was a cheesy thought, but in this moment, I don't know where he ends and I begin. We move together to the beat of a symphony only the two of us can hear. Our lips and breaths dance together to the same beat as we sway in a waltz, like each movement was choreographed beforehand.
He whispers against my mouth. "Come with me, love."
We crash together, exploding into a million swirling nebulae, floating through galaxies painted pink, blue, green, and purple. Stars burn bright as we race through them, through the entire universe. When we finally orbit back to Earth, we've collapsed to our sides on the bed, but he's still buried inside me. I tighten my legs around him, not ready for him to be anywhere but inside me.
Scott runs his fingers through my tangled hair, smoothing down the stray strands. I kiss him, deeply. His cock twitches inside me in response.
I pull back and raise my brow. "Again? Really?"
His lips spread in a cocky smirk. "Impressed?"
"Maybe."
He pushes into me deeper. "We have a lot of lost rime to make up for. And I'm nowhere near tired enough yet to be finished with you."
"Good." I grab at his shoulders as he rolls me to my back.
He pulls out and plunges into me again. "I'll never be finished with you."
"Good." My voice is a whimper as he starts to circle his hips, dipping into me shallowly with just the tip before sheathing himself to the hilt.
"I love you so much." He pauses deep inside of me, staring at me with a serious expression on his face.
I reach up and trace his lips with my thumb. "I know. I love you too."
He rises to his knees, yanking me with him until the bottom half of me is suspended in the air. He takes his time pushing in and out of me, keeping me at a simmer instead of bringing me all the way to a boil. He holds me by the ass, keeping me from sinking back to the bed.
It's a position I've never tried before and I like it very much. Not quite as much as doggy style, but still damn delightful.
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