Blind Date

“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 rubbing 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.