Page 28 of Love Over Easy

“Fuck,” David nearly shouts.

Warm, salty liquid flows down my throat and I swallow. I keep swallowing until his shuddering body stills, spent of every last drop he has to give. With a final tremor, he reaches down. I open and let his cock fall from my mouth, and he lifts me to my feet.

Suddenly I’m feeling insecure at my abilities and live up to my name. Shy. Oh, lord, what if it wasn’t good? I dip my head to avoid his gaze.

He puts a finger beneath my chin and tips my head until our eyes meet. “Shy, I don’t even have words for how good that was,” he says and then brushes his lips over mine.

He pulls back and his gaze goes to my lips. “Amazing. Completely… mind-blowing… amazing.”

I smile up into his eyes, happy that I didn’t embarrass myself or him. I’ve never liked doing that before. With David, I not only liked it, I want to do it again. And I wouldn’t mind experiencing what he did to me again either. In fact, often would be nice.

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The next afternoon, after work, I’m working on our dinner when David throws the front door open. I jump from the loud noise of the door hitting the wall, which makes me dump the pot of pasta I was draining into the sink.

David almost runs into the kitchen and, from the steamy look in his eyes, I know I’m about to have a very good time. With a lecherous grin, he slams a big, bright, shiny box of condoms on the counter.

“You…you’re home early,” I stutter, my core clenching in anticipation.

A shiver runs from my head to my toes when he nuzzles my cheek and under my earlobe.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about doing this to you. All. Day. Long,” he mumbles, his lips brushing my face.

His nostrils flare and his gaze has a savage intensity that I can’t resist. So I don’t. I jump into his arms; my core throbs as he takes my lips in a frenzied kiss. This isn’t kissing like I’ve ever experienced before. This is kissing for pleasure and for possession.

His tongue explores and brands my mouth with every sensual swipe and lick. My hands inch up his arms, stopping to squeeze his biceps before moving to his wide, strong shoulders. I need to feel him against me. My hands move to his back where I scrunch his shirt up and finally touch his warm, smooth skin. A zap goes through my fingers and right to my clit. I moan against his mouth.

David breaks the kiss, pulling back, but his eyes continue to hold me captive. A flow of arousal drenches my panties. My breath coming in short pants, I stare into his eyes as he reaches up with one hand behind his head and pulls his shirt off, tossing it to the floor.

I can’t look away from his penetrating gaze, even when he unzips and pushes his pants and underwear off, and his beautiful hard cock springs free.

He takes the bottom of my t-shirt in his hands and my shirt flies off. With one flick of his wrist, my bra joins the mounting pile on the floor. My shorts and panties never stand a chance, and then he picks me up and sits me on the counter. My ass flinches from the shock of the cold surface against my overheated skin.

With one hand on my chest, he pushes me down until I’m lying on the counter with my feet hanging off. He pushes my legs open and I feel his breath against my stomach before I feel his lips.

From the corner of my eye, I see him kneel and then he gently places my legs over his shoulders. I whimper and then cry out when he swipes his tongue through my channel. I’m strung so high with arousal that I feel my impending orgasm building from only a few intimate kisses to my clit.

“David!” I cry out and my muscles tense, ready for release. It hits me hard and strong, and leaves me gasping for breath, my chest heaving and my mind in a post-orgasmic fog.

I lean up on my elbows as David stands and strokes his cock. I lick my lips at the glistening drop of dew on the tip. He rips the box of condoms open, and in less than five seconds, has rolled the latex down his length.

With a hand to each of my legs, he pushes them further apart. He glides the tip of his cock up and down the wetness he finds easing his way. My insides contract, ready to welcome him.

A stream of constrained air slowly releases from my lungs as he inches in. Not satisfied, he takes my left leg and raises it against his chest, gaining a few more inches of closeness.

With only a few thrusts, my body readies for another earth-shaking release. He must feel my inner muscles bearing down, squeezing him tight, because he pinches my clit and I scream through my orgasm. David thrusts harder and faster, and follows me over the edge.

My climax is so strong, so intense, that I may have blacked out for a moment. I thought what we did last night was gold medal worthy. It was, but what we just shared… I never knew sex could be so much more.

I yelp when I’m tossed over David’s shoulder. I’m really okay with it because my view of his backside is phenomenal. With my air intake limited, I breathlessly ask, “Where are you going?”

“To bed,” he answers as he barrels up the stairs.

I squeal and wrap my arms around him from the back to hang on. “Don’t you want to eat first?”

He tosses me on the bed with the same rabid look in his eyes. One side of his lips pull into a lopsided grin. “Yes. I do and then we’ll have dinner. Later. Much later.”

I flop back on the bed in grateful surrender. I am ruined. Totally, completely, happily ruined.

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