Blind Date

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.