Page 74 of Only for Me

“Chill, no one is coming in here. They know I wanted complete privacy.”

“They’ve been bringing us food all night,” I argued.

“And I just sent a text that shut that down. We’re good.” His fingers hooked in my panties and he eased them down my thighs, helping me step out of them.

What the hell am I doing?

He leaned around me and moved his plates out the way, slowly working my dress up to my waist before he stood and lifted me onto the table then sat down.

“Spread your legs.”

My eyes shot to the door again and he tapped my thigh. “Spread your legs, Kari. I told you we’re good.”

“We’re not having sex.”

“I already have your pussy on display. You really trying to tell me what we’re not doing.”

“Yes…” I dropped my eyes to his and he grinned.

“I’m not gonna fuck you in here but I’m going to put this chocolate on your pussy and lick it clean. Now open your legs for me.”

My stomach dropped and heat rushed through me but I parted my thighs and Omiri moved in closer. His lips brushed the inside of my knee and worked their way up, teasing with light kisses while he dipped his finger in the chocolate sauce that came with the coconut and almond brownie then traced the inside of my thigh. His tongue followed and I moaned.

I leaned back on my elbows and let him enjoy the chocolate while I enjoyed his mouth on me. His tongue swiped along my pussy, licking and sucking until I was trembling, and just when I thought I was about to cum, he pulled back.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure you appreciate my tongue and my dick over that damn pasta.”

His finger moved back to the chocolate and swirled it around my clit. I could smell it’s sticky sweetness mixed with my arousal and it had me opening my legs wider, wanting him to enjoy them both.

"I need to cum…"

"Not yet."

He dipped his fingers in the sauce again and moved them down my thigh before he lifted them and sucked them clean, pushing them into me slowly before pulling back and sliding his tongue inside.

"Oh hell..."

I watched him through a narrowed gaze. I was so close. I could feel the pressure building but he kept pulling back, teasing me with his fingers and his tongue until I was about to lose it.

"If you don’t stop playing…"

He laughed and gripped my thighs, holding them open wider. “Chill, I got you.”

His tongue flicked over my clit with a relentless rhythm that moved me closer to the edge. When I finally tipped over, the orgasm rushed through me so wild and unforgiving that my body shook and trembled uncontrollably, leaving me so damn satisfied.

"This was hella inappropriate.”

"Yeah it was but you loved that shit; so you’re welcome.”

He reached for a napkin and cleaned me up, then helped me ease off the table. When I reached for my panties, he grabbed them before I could get them in hand and placed them into the pocket inside his jacket.

“You’re still getting fucked when we get to the house. You don’t need these.”

“Are you asking me?”

“After the way I just made you cum, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to.”