Page 67 of The Flirt

"Yes. Yes, I am," she panted.

"How wet?"

She laughed nervously and said, "Very."

"I’d better check."

I felt her entire body spasm. I was going to fuck her right here on this counter if she kept reacting so beautifully.

She lifted her ass as I pushed her dress up to her waist, and I yanked her closer to the edge of the counter. When I brushed my thumb over her panties, my vision turned completely black. She hadn't been exaggerating—the fabric was almost soaked through. She groaned, and I thought she was even more on edge than me. It wouldn’t take much to make her come. I slid my hand inside her panties, grazing her clit first before dipping my finger inside her. Her shoulders arched backward.

"You’re so damn wet."

"Yes. Yes!" Scarlett cried out when I pressed my thumb on her clit.

I straightened up a bit so I could take her in.

"You're so on edge," I said, moving my finger slowly. "After I left that night, did you pleasure yourself?"

"No," she whispered while sucking in a breath.

"You've been on edge like this ever since?"

She nodded.

"That's not good. I'll make sure to give you enough orgasms tonight to make up for that."

Her eyes flew open, and she looked straight into my eyes.

I drew her lower lip between mine before letting it go and confessed, "When I went home that night, I did take care of myself while thinking about you." She whimpered, closing her eyes and frowning as I increased the pressure of my strokes. "I thought about you, about how it would feel to sink inside you. It took the edge off, but it was nowhere close to what I wanted. I wanted your pussy."

"Oh my God, Chad." Her face was red. She let go of the edge of the counter and then grabbed it again even tighter.

"I’m going to fuck you so good tonight, Scarlett. I promise you, babe. We'll start with an orgasm here."

She went off the next second, dropping her head back. Her cry was guttural, animalistic. A wave of tension coursed through her body. I could practically see her muscles contract and then turn completely soft. Her fingers gripped the counter fiercely, and then she let it go.

I put a hand around her waist, splaying my palm wide on her back so she wouldn't hurt herself. Her eyes flew open, and she blinked, sitting confused for a few seconds. Then she grabbed at the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer. I kissed her so damn hard that I could barely breathe. She was different now after the orgasm, even wilder. I only paused because I needed to get my bearings; otherwise, I was liable to turn her around and sink inside her right here, right now.

First things first: I wanted her completely naked. "Let’s get that sexy dress off you," I said.

She nodded, and I pulled it over her head. Her wrists got tangled in it, which gave me an idea. Instead of freeing her, I said, "How do you feel about me tying up your hands?"

She swallowed hard, licking her lips, then nodded wordlessly. My cock twitched as I used her dress to bind them behind her. Then I got another idea. "I'm in the mood for some Sazerac. Lean back."

I got rid of her panties as she followed my instructions. Then I grabbed the glass and poured a few drops of the drink between her breasts. She gasped as soon as it hit her skin. The ice had melted, so the liquid was cold. I licked the trail with the flat of my tongue, then poured more just above her navel. I let it almost reach her pussy before licking it up. I swiped her clit with the tip of my tongue in the process, and her thighs shook. She was ready to come again. Instead of putting my mouth on her pussy, I straightened up, claiming her mouth instead. I kissed her slowly, almost lazily.

The front of my body pressed against hers, and I felt every vibration that coursed through her. I pulled her ass all the way to the edge of the counter and pushed my pelvis forward, rubbing the length of my cock against her entrance.

Fuuuuuck!

I buried my face in her neck as I moved my pelvis back and forth again with slow, controlled moves. How could this already feel insanely good?

Belatedly, I realized why. I didn't have a condom on.

I pulled back, drawing a deep breath, and said, "Damn it, I need to get a condom.” Then I remembered. “Shit, I don't have any." Why did I lose my mind like this?

"We don't need one, if that's okay with you?"

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