Page 13 of Stick Play

“Please,” she begs again.

Answering her demands, I slide a finger into her and her muscles clench around my finger. Fuck, she’s so damn tight. Has she not been touched, not been with anyone since me, either? I don’t know why I like the thought of that.

Her mouth opens and closes and she finally murmurs, “That is so good.”

I fuck her with my finger a few times, but goddammit, I need to taste her. “Lay back,” I command in a soft voice and she obliges. With her body flat on the table, I tug her pants off and lift her legs, putting them around me as I move her body to give me better access to her hot little pussy. I breathe in her aroused scent and moan as I bury my face between her thighs.

Her legs tighten around me as I eat at her, wanting her juices all over my face.

“Ash…ohmigod, yes.”

Her voice is barely a whisper as she lets me take charge, doing whatever I want to her body, and there are so many things I want. My cock hardens even more, and I’m in fucking agony as it presses against my zipper. I slide one hand down and unhook my button and tug my cock free, giving it a long tug as I slip another finger inside her hot, tight channel.

Her hips come off the table, her pussy banging against my face as I lick her clit and finger fuck her. I love this needy desperation about her, love how much she wants me right now—even though this is all kinds of wrong. But I can’t think about that, not when she’s quietly chanting my name and spasming around my probing fingers.

I lift my head, wanting to see her face as she lets go, and the sight is one of beauty. Her eyes lock on mine, and the pleasure I see there wraps around me and holds tight. Jesus, this woman needs to take a time out more often. It looks good on her.

“Ash.”

“I know, babe, I know.” I still my fingers deep inside her, giving her something to clench around. “Come all over my fingers. Take everything you need, and when you think you’re done, I’m going to give you more.” She ripples harder, her chest rising and falling erratically as she pants. Soon enough her muscles settle and I pull my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth. She watches in amazement as I lick my fingers, and moan around the sweet taste.

“Now I’m going to fuck you. You want that, Gina?”

“I do.” Her voice is hoarse, and I have no doubt her throat is dry.

“Don’t move.”

“I don’t think I can even if I want to.”

I laugh quietly, and grab the bottle from the counter. Two steps later I’m back with her, and I help her sit up and give her a drink. Before she can lay back down, I grip the bottom of her T-shirt, and she automatically lifts her arms. I love how she’s letting me take care of her tonight. She’s not one to hand over control, but goddammit, she needs the break.

“These…” I lightly brush the sides and bottom of her breasts. “I didn’t get to spend any time here the last time I had you on this table.”

She arches forward. “We should rectify that.”

I chuckle at her enthusiasm. “You’re not wrong.” I bend, and her sweet moan wraps around my dick as I take one pert nipple into my mouth and suck. “Fuck,” I mumble around her hard bud. Her hands wrap around my head, her fingers knotting my hair as she holds me to her, and I brush my thumb over her other nipple, giving it the attention it deserves.

One hand slides down my back and around to the front, to touch my cock, and it jumps as a new kind of desperation takes hold of me. She dips into my pre-cum and slides it around my crown and I nearly fucking shoot off in her hand. Her nipple pops from my mouth as I inch back, her hand no longer able to reach my dick.

I’m seconds from grabbing a condom and sheathing up when she slides from the table. A measure of panic hits. Is she having second thoughts, or worse, are we about to get caught? This is fucking risky, I know that, but I’d lost all control the second I got close to her. I’m about to back off, only to stop when she sinks to her knees, and takes my cock into her hands.

Sweet Jesus.

“Gina…” I run one hand through my hair. “Fuck, Gina.”

“Soon,” she teases. She takes my cock into her warm palms. “The last time I had you in this kitchen, I didn’t get to spend any time here.” With that, she leans forward and takes my cock to the back of her throat. I’ve wanted her for so long, had whacked off to the memory of what we’d done so many times, I fear I’m going to shoot down her throat, ending this before it even gets started.

Math.

I start thinking about math, a trick I learned back in junior high when I wanted to get my dick under control. What the fuck is two plus two again? Jesus, that’s not even working.

“Gina,” I mumble as she grips my balls and works her sweet mouth along my throbbing cock. With barely any blood left in my brain, I back up and she pouts as I pull my dick from her mouth.

“On the table.”

She grins, knowing the state she’s put me in and climbs back on the table, spreading her legs for me. “Fuck me, Ash.”

Jesus Christ.

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