by Multiple
Annie was still worried about being interrupted and tried to concentrate on the sounds from beyond the door, but his fingers were too distracting. When she felt his tongue slip under the elastic of her panties, all logical thought was lost.
“Ohhh yesss…” She muffled her response against the back of her hand, biting and sucking her own flesh as his tongue found her clit. She arched her back, spreading her legs wider in a silent offering. He yanked her panties down, lapping at her, making her moan out loud.
“Shh.” His breath was hot over her wet flesh, and she whimpered.
Annie thought the voices were receding, or maybe she just couldn’t hear as well anymore with him sucking on her clit. As his mouth worked over her flesh, she cared less and less about someone walking into the kitchen. Even if her sister’s husband had burst in at that moment, Annie didn’t think she would have reacted to him, except maybe with her middle finger.
He rolled her over on the tile, sliding her along the cold surface and pulling her panties off. Annie hissed, cradling her head in her hands. The knot there throbbed in protest after her short, but bumpy, journey across the tile.
“Ouch, my head.” Her brief complaint was forgotten almost immediately as she swung her legs up over his shoulders, eager for his tongue again.
“Hm, oh, right…” He was silent for a moment, his fingers lost in exploring her folds. “Come here.” He helped her sit, his hands cupping her breasts again as he kissed her, thumbing her nipples through the silky material. She gasped into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and straddling his thigh as he inched them forward, out from under the table. She slid even closer to him, knowing she was leaving a trail of her juices, darkening the denim of his jeans.
“Up we go.” He wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood, taking her along for the ride. She smiled in the darkness, thrilled at the sensation of being carried. He turned around and put her bare bottom down on the table, finding her mouth again. His hands kneaded her ass and pressed her hard into his crotch.
She reached down between them to feel the bulge there, cupping and rubbing him until he moaned against her lips. Sliding his tongue down her neck, he licked and sucked so hard she knew she was going to be covered with marks, but she didn’t care. His tongue was exquisite, and she wanted more of it—everywhere.
Annie leaned back on her elbows, trying to remember if her sister kept anything on the table, like salt shakers or placemats. She didn’t feel any resistance. She put her heels on the table and spread her legs wide, her skirt riding up around her waist and her blouse falling open. It was a position of offering, and she realized with a bemused smile that he couldn’t see her in the darkness.
“Eric,” she whispered. “Here, give me your hand.” He reached out for her, finding first one raised knee, then the other. She lifted one of his hands, bringing a finger to her mouth and sucking it, tasting herself.
He made a low noise, and she heard him unbuckling and unzipping with his free hand. It was a sexy sound, although she was a little disappointed she wasn’t going to be freeing his cock herself. She pressed his hand between her legs, making him cup her whole mound and rub it hard. He caught her rhythm, letting her rock against his hand.
“God, please, your tongue,” she begged.
He obliged, leaning in to suck and lick at her, no rhyme or reason to his efforts, just sheer lust and abandon.
Her hands found his hair, and she was surprised at the softness, how it curled, unruly and wild, around her fingers. She had a moment to wonder what color it was before he began focusing on her clit in earnest. His mouth seemed tentative, exploring her response, finding the place that made her squirm and gasp the most. Annie gave a loud moan when he found her sweet spot and his tongue focused there with a gentle flickering that began spreading warmth through her in tightening waves.
Annie tried to be quiet, still partially mindful that she was lying on her sister’s kitchen table and someone could walk in at any moment. Her whispered responses seemed to evoke such sensational growls from him. They shivered up her spine and sent her spiraling closer and closer to her peak. She couldn’t stop chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!” as quietly as she could manage.
His tongue moved faster and he eased two fingers into her, staying just at the entrance, twisting and pressing her open. The sensation made her buck her hips, her feet coming off the table. His mouth didn’t move from its position, and his fingers didn’t deviate from their motion. He simply hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and continued, persistent, urging her to completion.
She never wanted it to end, but she couldn’t hold back any longer. His tongue flickered with an unrelenting and enthusiastic insistence. She shuddered against him, lifting her hips and pressing his mouth down hard. Her hands fisted in his hair, while her whole body rolled with her orgasm.
Annie pressed his hand between her legs, covering her smooth, wet mound. He rubbed her gently, making her moan as little electric jolts ran through her body from every contact point—his hand covering her pussy, his tongue and lips moving to press against her thigh, the weight of him between her legs. She never wanted it to end.
“Don’t stop…” Annie’s voice was barely louder than a whisper as she spread her thighs wider, pulling her knees back. She felt Eric parting her with his fingers, his tongue searching again to find that tender, swollen bud at the top of her cleft. He moved his mouth back and forth over that sweet, sensitive spot, and she rubbed her palms over her hard nipples, sending pleasure waves down through her belly toward her hips. Everything was centered where his mouth tormented her. The soft, wet friction made her wiggle and pull at his hair, wanting more.
She tried to be quiet, but he was pulling her against his mouth, wild and unrestrained. His tongue was flicking faster and faster, and Annie urged him on, her thighs tightening, her hips rocking as she used his tongue for her pleasure. This wasn’t a sweet, slow spiral upward. She was flying, racing headlong toward exquisite release. Eric’s tongue and mouth were a soft, wet, glorious push toward release. Annie moaned and twisted beneath him. She felt it begin in her belly, like a small earthquake, rumbling through her pelvis and driving her hips as she bucked and arched. Eric made encouraging noises in his throat, seeming to recognize the sounds and feel of her at her pinnacle, licking faster than ever. She gasped and quivered under his mouth, her belly convulsing, undulating. The little bud of flesh under his tongue pulsed with her pleasure and still he didn’t stop, teasing her with his tongue until she begged.
“I can’t stand it!” She half-laughed, half-sobbed as he flicked his tongue over that sweet, sensitive spot.
He cupped her ass in his hands as she began to spiral back down. His wet, tender kisses on her thighs and her lower belly made her tremble. She allowed herself to be gathered against him and relished the musky smell and tangy taste of her in his mouth as they kissed.
Her longing for him hadn’t abated, so she reached for the crotch of his jeans. She found his zipper down, his cock stiff and straining in his briefs. Annie slid off the table, noticing their height difference for the first time, how tall he was. She sank to her knees on the tile, and he groaned when she pulled his jeans down his thighs and grasped his cock with her eager hand.
Leaning back against the table, he arched his hips toward her mouth as she explored him. His swollen cock throbbed against her tongue, the tip wet with pre-cum. She drew lazy circles down his shaft, forgetting about his pleasure and simply enjoying the slick, hard, hot pulse of him.
When she moved to take all of him, he moaned, thrusting deeper, his hand going to her hair, rocking with her rhythm. She scratched her fingernails lightly up over his thighs. When she cupped his balls in her hands, feeling their weight, she was rewarded with a pleasure-filled groan. He was slippery smooth, her saliva and his pre-cum mixing to make the perfect lubricant. Her mouth took as much of him as she could, his thick, tender flesh a delight against her tongue.
He stopped her, moving her eager mo
uth off his cock. She sucked at his fingers, still hungry. “Annie, I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes.” She captured his cock between them as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him. He bent to meet her greedy mouth and she sucked his tongue, his lips. Her hands slid up under his shirt, seeking more of his warm skin against her.
His thumbs had found her nipples again, that silky sensation over the material making her knees weak. She wanted more and unhooked her bra, spilling her breasts. He pressed them together, creating a supple swell of flesh in his hands that seemed to sway him from his immediate need to be inside of her.
Annie wasn’t so easily distracted and she turned in his arms like liquid, bending over the table and hiking her skirt up her thighs. His hands followed her in the dark like a blind man seeking his way. He seemed to be discovering her position by feel, the back of her knee, her hip. His hand pressed the slope of her lower back forward until her belly touched the cool surface of the table.
His other hand slipped between her thighs, and she spread them at his insistence. Two fingers pressed inside her, easing the passage. For Annie, it created an aching frame of reference and desire for more while she waited for him to replace his fingers with his thick, throbbing cock.
Impatient, she reached behind her for it, groping in the darkness. He helped her, grunting when she squeezed and pulled on him in her excitement. She stroked him that way for a moment, her movements awkward at that angle, but eager. He took his cock from her hand, positioning himself between her thighs and slipping the tip through her smooth, slippery little crease. When he entered her, pressing into her until there was nothing left, his hands pulled snugly at her hips as if to make sure. She sighed and moaned when he was all the way in, caught between the desire to stay filled and the longing to be fucked.
She wiggled an encouragement into the saddle of his hips, feeling the tip of his cock nudging against some deep, tender part of her as she did. His breath drew in and he withdrew a little—only a little—before pressing into her again. She whimpered in frustration, but he teased her with those short, easy strokes until she found herself gasping with the desire for more, begging him in a whispered hiss, “Please, Eric, fuck me hard!”
He gave her a few more short thrusts—a reminder—and then pulled out of her almost to the tip and sank back into her flesh. She moaned her pleasure, spreading her legs wider to receive him, again and again, her pussy squeezing him involuntarily as if to pull him further into her body.
“Harder,” she whispered again, arching up on to her tiptoes, the wet, aching squelch a rising hum between them. “Fuck me harder… please… please…”
His answer was to shove into her so hard that the table slammed into the wall and he grunted with the effort. Annie gasped, praying no one had heard, but not willing to make him stop. The delicious friction between them built upward, carrying her with it on glorious wings. His hand reached under her to find her clit. She moved to give him better access and angle, rocking and whispering, “Yes, yes, yes” with every thrust, the added stimulation of his fingers pushing her further toward her climax.
She could feel the slap of his belly and balls, and he thrust, deeper and deeper, as if he were trying to bury himself into her as far as he could. She gripped the edge of the table to keep her balance, rocking back against him, spreading wider. His hands found the sway of her breasts, moving down to rub her aching little clit as he drove onward, upward, impaling her with every delicious inch of him. Annie wanted to turn around, to see his face, to sit on his lap and ride him, but she felt transfixed, completely lost and taken by his lust for her.
She moaned and rocked back on him, sinking his cock into her again and again. Her hand joined his between her legs and she rubbed with him until her clit was throbbing for release. He pressed his palm to her belly, using the leverage to meet her as she ground her hips against him, dancing back onto the steel rod of his cock. She forgot about the party going on in the other room. She forgot about everything but the white hot sensation between her legs.
Annie begged him for release, whispering his name again and again in the darkness. She whimpered when he slowed, his hand gripping her ass so hard she thought she might bruise. Then he pulled out, grabbing her and turning her over, to slip back up into her without any guidance or direction at all, his cock already knowing the way up into her tight, wet passage.
She wrapped her legs around him, biting at his shoulder as they rocked the table against the wall. He growled and nuzzled her breasts as she arched, making her body squirm against his. She didn’t want it to end, but they were breathless and panting, and neither of them could hold out any longer. They locked themselves together, both of them careening over a rocking, slick edge, arching and falling into the darkness of each other’s eyes as they came. She could feel his cock pulsing between her thighs, spilling endless heat between them in long, shuddering waves. She sank her teeth into the soft flesh of her forearm to keep from screaming out loud, the force of it threatening to send her bucking off the table. He held her hips tight, and she knew the involuntary fluttering and twitching of her pussy were milking him as he jerked against her, groaning and emptying himself into her flesh. They stayed that way for a moment, breathless, as he collapsed over her, both of them seeming to vibrate at some higher frequency together, out of time and space.
“Sweet Annie,” he whispered into her ear, kissing her temple, damp with their effort. “Everyone was right. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“You haven’t even seen me,” she murmured, rocking her hips forward. She felt him softening, his cock beginning to slide out of her, breaking that aching connection.
“Exactly,” he said, straightening, tucking, adjusting. She did the same, pulling her skirt down, buttoning her blouse, smoothing her hair. She turned to him in the darkness and put her arms around him, surprising them both with her embrace. He held onto her and they rocked as he leaned to kiss the top of her head.
Suddenly Annie laughed, hiding her face in his shirt even though he couldn’t see her blush. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I can.” He reached behind him to grab the chair, tugging it over to sit and pull her into his lap. “Do you regret it?”
“No,” she answered honestly, tucking her head under his chin. She seemed to fit perfectly there. “I’m just surprised, I guess. I don’t usually do things like this.”
“Neither do I,” he admitted. They both heard the sound of music starting in the living room. Annie couldn’t make it out, just the beat, a suggestion of a song. She hoped that was all they could hear out there, too—a suggestion of what might have happened in the kitchen.
“My sister is going to flip when she finds out that we had sex on her kitchen table.” Annie giggled.
“She doesn’t have to know. Hey, do you want to get out of here? We can go back to your place. Or any place.”
“Yes,” she agreed, tilting her face up toward him. He was still just a silhouette in the dark, a suggestion of a man. The intimacy of their act coupled with what might still be revealed tonight settled in her belly with a force that left her feeling uneasy and troubled. “Hey, I need to find my panties. Will you turn on the light?”
“They’re right here.” He dug into his front pocket and slipped them into her hand. She fingered them in the darkness. The crotch was still damp.
“Come on, let’s turn on the light and end the suspense,” Annie suggested. “I don’t care what you look like. I mean, obviously. We just had mind-blowing sex! Well, at least it was for me…”
“Me, too,” he agreed, hugging her hips.
“Eric, I have to see you.”
“If it doesn’t matter, why do you need to see me?”
“I…don’t know. But, sweetie, unless you’re a vampire or something, we have to go out in the daylight eventually,” she teased.
“One thing I’ve learned, doing what I do…women often say they want something, but that isn’t really what
they want at all. You’re telling me you want to turn on the light and end the mystery, but that isn’t what you really want,” he murmured, kissing her temple, her cheek, her jaw line.
“That is the most sexist statement I’ve ever heard,” she snorted.
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
“Maybe.” She shrugged.
He kissed her temple. “Annie, will you promise me something?”
She looked up at him and marveled at how different she felt now than when she had stormed into the kitchen. Yet no more than an hour had passed. “What?”
“A promise is a commitment,” he said, his voice low. “I would never promise someone something I couldn’t do, and I expect the same from others. It’s a matter of integrity, of keeping your word. Do you understand that?”
Annie swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“Then let’s do this. No lights. I’ll meet you outside, okay? On the front porch.”
“It’s dark out there.” She stated the obvious.
“Not as dark as it is in here,” he countered, making her smile.
“Okay, we’ll do this your way. Let me tell my sisters I’m going.”
Annie stood, using his shoulder to steady herself as she slid her panties on. She made a face she was grateful he couldn’t see. She was going to have to use the bathroom before they left, too. “Help me find my boots?” She found one right away, but the other evaded their fumbling in the dark for a few moments until they found it wedged under the edge of a cupboard door.
“No lights,” he reminded her, kissing her mouth and making her remember the heat between them. “You promise?”
Flushing, she smiled. “Yes. I promise.”
She swung open the door, her eyes adjusting to see couples paired off and dancing in the half-light. Annie spotted her sister near the bathroom, dancing with her husband.
“Chloe, come to the bathroom with me,” she whispered, tugging at her sleeve. Her sister followed, shrugging at Dave as she shut the bathroom door behind them. Annie flipped on the light.
