Page 38 of The Waiter at Table 6

When we’re both finally naked, I don’t move her to the bed just yet. Instead, I pull back enough that I can tell her, “I want you on top. I know it’s selfish, but I’ve been fantasizing about watching you ride me since that first night.”

She doesn’t even hesitate before she’s pushing me down onto the bed and throwing her leg over my waist.

I groan when her pussy slides over my cock, my hands shooting up to grip her hips and hold her in place. She’s fucking drenched already. I watch, in awe, as she moves forward and back, coating the underside of my cock in her juices.

“Are you clean, Ryder?” she asks. “Please tell me you’re clean.”

My grip tightens. “I’m clean. I just got checked.”

She hums thoughtfully, her attention on the space between her legs. When she slides up to the top of my cock, I let out a hiss at how sensitive it feels.

“I’m clean too,” she says—to me or to herself, I’m not sure. “I got tested after the divorce. And I’m on the pill.” Then she finally looks up and locks eyes with me. “Can you fuck me raw, Ryder?”

A groan tears from my chest. “Fuck yes, I can. You want me to fill you up, baby?”

Her nod is eager, and then she’s moaning as she takes in an inch of my cock.

“More than once,” she breathes. “Promise it’ll be more than once tonight.”

Fuck.

I sit up so I can capture her lips in a filthy kiss. “As many times as you want.”

When she hears my answer, she sighs happily and slides my entire length inside her.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, falling back to the mattress. “You feel even better than I remember. How is that possible?”

But she’s not listening to me anymore. She’s too busy bracing her hands on my chest and fucking down on me, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Which just gives me free rein to watch her.

“That’s it,” I murmur, thrusting up into her rolling hips. “Take what you need. Use my cock, baby.”

That makes her whimper, and her eyelashes flutter open. When she looks down at me, her eyes look a little crazed, and I know she’s close. I lick my thumb and press it against her clit, thrilled to feel her hips move even faster.

I have to grit my teeth at the feel of her pussy squeezing me. But then she’s coming, and I get lost in the sight of Vanessa falling over the edge. She’s breathtaking like this, shaking and crying out and letting ecstasy overtake her.

“God, you’re perfect,” I whisper.

As her orgasm dies down, I realize…I need to see it again. And again.

I flip her onto her back as soon as the thought registers. Before she can even come back to earth, I’m sliding down her body and burying my face in her pussy.

I groan at the taste of her pleasure. I could stay here for hours, just tasting her and making her come. I don’t even care that my dick is hard as granite and my hips are automatically grinding down on the bed, every ounce of my focus is on Vanessa.

I suck her clit into my mouth, remembering that hard suction set her off last time. But then I look up the length of her body, and I get distracted by the sight of her arching into my mouth, her tits in my line of vision.

My hands, which are wrapped around her thighs to hold her to my face, trail up her ribs until I can cup her breasts. I hear her breathy “yes” as her hands cover mine, urging me to squeeze harder. And when my thumbs brush over her pebbled nipples, I can feel the way her pussy clenches.

I want to tell her to come on my face. I want to tell her she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, that I feel like the luckiest guy in the world to get to see her like this.

But I can’t take my mouth off her long enough to say it. So instead, I double down on my efforts and silently beg for her to give me what I want.

And she does. With one more suck, one more pinch of her nipples, Vanessa’s shaking and writhing and moaning in my arms.

Groaning, I lap up every drop she gives me.

When her shakes turn to trembles, and I hear her panting, trying to suck air into her lungs, I still can’t pull away from her. My dick hurts at this point, but I’m so addicted to the taste of her that my mouth stays right where it is, my tongue slipping inside her as I press my thumb against her clit.

“Ryder,” I hear her gasp. “It’s too much?—”

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