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Her skin was neverending. It went on for inches and inches and inches. Under my palm, it was as smooth as butter. Soft like a cool pillow to rest my head on at night. For midday naps. Evenings when all I wanted to do was crash. Always. Any time. Any place.

Her legs parted with ease. They welcomed me. So did her bald pussy behind her threads. She was ready. So was I.

I pushed her panties aside, too anxious to pull them down those long legs of hers. A gasp fell from her lips before they pressed together. At the sight of her treasured goods, I lost all control.

My spine curled. My head dropped. My lips protruded, just like the little nub behind her lips. I found it with ease as if it was never hiding from me. As if it wanted to be found. As if it wanted to be mine.

My tongue pressed against her clit. Her back arched, leaving the table behind. And, then, the sweetest sound known to me left her mouth.

“Uhhhhhhhh–”

I nearly erupted in my briefs.

Fuck .

The intensity of her presence, of her pinnacle, had my dick hard and ready to blow.

She tasted like a future. A past. Happiness. Joy. Contentment. Marriage. Monogamy. Family. Health. Wealth. And emotional stability.

Rome struggled to breathe. Oxygen was caught in her chest. Her eyes fluttered as she tried regaining control of her body. At the sight of her complications, I was reminded of one thing. I kissed her pussy and then kissed my teeth at the thought of it.

“Saaaaaaaainnnnnt!”

Oh, it gets sweeter. The sound of my name from her lips sounded incredible.

Unraveling.

Uplifting.

Condemning.

Rewarding.

Un-fucking-bearable .

She strained her neck to see me. There was no need. I left her pussy momentarily to get closer to her. To her face. To her eyes.

“I’ve kissed those lips,” I informed her, peeking between her legs, “Before having the chance to kiss these. Shame on me, Mellow.”

I drove into her mouth, tasting the minty fresh breath I’d smelled from the moment she opened her door. Like it was a piece of candy fresh out of the paper, I wrapped my lips around her tongue. She was heavenly–in every sense of the word.

Involuntarily, my eyes closed. Rome felt every bit of right. Her lips and her saliva consumed me. She was so sloppy. So inexperienced. So new. To me… to this. To everything.

Fuck, I love this shit . I admitted, reopening my eyes to find hers wide with curiosity.

“You’re doing well, love,” I whispered, pulling away from her.

I wasted no time, lowering my head between her thighs.

My thighs .

I started at the end of her slit, not stopping until my tongue reached the hood of her pussy.

“Uhhhhhhh. Saaaaaiiiinnn– uhhhh.”

She was unraveling. Right in my mouth. Right in my hands.

“Focus, baby,” I encouraged.

I wanted her to feel every high, low, dip, rise, and every plain in between. I sucked her clit into my mouth, disabling her completely. Her limbs stiffened as I pushed two fingers inside of her. I twisted them upward, signaling for her climax to come straight to me.

“Ohhh– Sai–”

Her voice displayed the sexiest rasp.

She’s unbelievable .

Everchanging.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

I don’t plan to, baby .

“Please– don’t– don– ahhhhh.”

Her pussy blessed me with mounds of creamy, fluffiness. It leaked from her center like filling from a donut hole. Her slime covered my fingers. She was slippery to the touch, but still I pressured the button that uprooted her.

“Please– please… oh my God… Saint.”

Her hand caught a hold of my wrist. The veins in her face protruded. She’d reached her end. Her climax had rocked her to the very core. She was visibly shaken. Visibly confused. Visibly distraught. But, in the most pleasurable way.

Let her rest . I told myself as I extracted my fingers.

A trail of her slime maintained my connection even after my fingers were surrounded by the cold air of Georgio’s. I shivered at the thought of burying my bone inside her sea. Without question, I’d never want to leave.

Nevertheless, I retracted my limbs and placed her panties back on top of that sweet, voluptuous pussy of hers. I was well aware of why she chose to wear that little sheer skirt around her waist. Rome was thin, but her pussy was thick. I couldn’t wait to lay up in that motherfucker.

I cleaned my hand with the napkin I’d placed inside of my shirt. It slipped out with ease. Rome’s thighs were next. Once she was decent enough, I lifted her from the table. I wrapped her arms around my shoulders and smoothed her hair down on her head. My lips pressed against hers.

“You did good, Mellow.”

I lifted her into my arms and then lowered her into her seat. I made my way back to my chair and had a seat as well. The table was still empty. We were surrounded by dishes. But, I didn’t give a damn about the mess I’d made. Not between her legs. In her head. Or of the table.

“Now. For dinner.” I cleared my throat, wiping my arm across my mouth to clear what was left of Rome.

She sat in the seat across from me, struggling to regain her composure. Her chest made it evident she had yet to wrap her head around what had just happened.

“Would you like a drink, Mellow?”

She nodded rapidly. “Two.”