“I can’t figure out if that look on your face is pure joy, or if you’re trying to remember where you left your hammer so you can pound this into your basic, everyday hard on. “ She laughed out loud and licked her lips.
“You know, suddenly “straight” seems really really boring. Gimme.”
Sensation spread deep between her thighs and a ragged moan escaped her throat. She clung to his neck and pressed her body as close to his as she could get while still returning the kiss for all she was worth. Long before she had had enough of his mouth it was gone. There was no time for her to complain, because she felt it hot against the angle of her jaw, just behind her ear. He kissed her softly in one spot, sucked her flesh intensely against his teeth in the next moment, and then soothed the place with the flat of his tongue before moving on. His fingers slowly traced the edging on her jeans and popped the button loose. She lifted her hips and he pulled her shorts off in one smooth motion.
She anchored her weight by clutching his waist and the ache inside of her intensified. Squirming and in need she arched her pelvis and at the same time reached down, undid his fly and grasped his penis in her hand. His eyes crossed, and she released him as he stepped back and shucked off his jeans. She didn’t bother to follow the movement of the jeans past his hips. Not wanting to gawk—even though that’s exactly what she was doing—she tried to come up with something to say.  She stared at his penis as it stood there and bobbed straight up in front of her. Except it wasn’t straight. “It…. curves” she said softly.  She stared so long that it seemed to throb. He reached down and held it still and eyed her with wary eyes.
“I can’t figure out if that look on your face is pure joy, or if you’re trying to remember where you left your hammer so you can pound this into your basic, everyday hard on. “ She laughed out loud and licked her lips.
“You know, suddenly “straight” seems really really boring. Gimme.” He laughed, a loud laugh that she felt deep in her bones (while it echoed in the kitchen) and wrapped his arms around her. He took her legs, and wrapped them around his waist. The position they found themselves in was familiar but so much more delicious without the dense separation of denim between them. When his fingertips brushed the hot, wet folds between her thighs they both stilled. For a brief moment, the only movement in the room was the minute, circular movement of his fingers as they separated her lips and slid inside her. She arched, and groped between them, wanting to touch him in return but he kept himself just out of reach. She gasped “Oh god, don’t….I want…” He slid his fingers down until just the tips were still inside her.
“What do you want?” he demanded.
“You. Now. Stop teasing me.” He grinned but didn’t instantly enter her. He continued to tease her. He kissed her, he fondled her breasts. He stroked his erection up and down the slippery opening between her thighs. He even pressed the tip of his penis against her opening. But he didn’t enter her. Her hands slid down to grab his ass, and the next time he flirted with entering her, she dug her fingers in trying to keep him there. She spread her legs farther apart, and finally just drew her knees back, thinking it would help him to not miss the target. He eased the head of his penis just inside her, and instantly realized it wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever done. He gave up on holding back. He pulled back his hips, ready to drive it home, and felt all ten of her nails dig into his ass. “ I swear in the name of all that is holy, if you pull out and tease me one more time, you are a dead man.  I want it deep and I want it now,” she said through her teeth close to his hear. Laughing once again, he thrust forward and sank into her. He started to move, pumping into her in smooth, hard strokes. She started to move with him and he had to suck in a breath. His tempo picked up and her breath hitched. He slid a hand between them and located the nub at the top of her cleft; he played with it with a light touch and felt her rhythm falter. He felt her contract around him and her climax pushed him over the edge; he pounded into her with a mindless ferocity.   Moments later he made one last push into her and came just as she finished. Still standing against the counter, his head dropped to her shoulder. Her head had rolled back against the wall and she stared at him. He had a grin on his face and looked like the cat that ate the canary.
“So,” he said. “That was fun. When do we do dinner?”
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