Page 79 of Until August

“You’re used to being the boss,” I commented.

My hands coasted down her sides, her skin silky soft under my rough, calloused hands.

“Yes,” she said, grinding her ass against my erection.

My fingers slipped into her panties and glided between her folds, her juices coating my fingers. She was so wet it was probably dripping down her thighs.

“Meanwhile, I’m half-naked, and you’re fully dressed,” she said, a gasp escaping her lips when I circled her clit and then pressed my thumb against the tight bundle of nerves.

I slid two fingers inside her, knuckles-deep, and she threw her head back, grinding against the palm of my hand while my other hand moved to her breast. I squeezed her nipple between my fingers while her breathing became ragged.

“Oh God,” she panted, her body quivering.

I dug my erection between her ass cheeks. “So you’re saying this is unfair, and you don’t want this?” I slid my fingers out, testing her resolve.

“No. I want it,” she gritted out. “Oh God, I want it.”

That was all I needed to hear.

Hooking my thumbs in the sides of her lace panties, I roughly pushed them down her legs and spun her around. Grabbed the backs of her thighs, I lifted her off the ground. Her legs cinched around my waist and her arms wrapped around my neck, her lips fused to mine as I carried her to the nearest booth and set her on the tabletop.

“You want me on a table?” she asked as I slid into the velvet seat.

I slid farther into the booth, planting both hands on her ass and sliding her across the tabletop. Spreading her out before me like a dessert banquet. “I’m ready to eat.”

Without waiting for an invitation, I leaned forward to take the first taste. As soon as my tongue grazed her clit, she jerked at the contact. I used my thumbs to open the lips of her pussy and licked her from crack to clit.

She tasted just as sweet as I’d imagined.

Nicola moaned, lacing her fingers through my hair and holding the back of my skull.

I pinched her clit between my fingers, my tongue diving inside her tight walls while her moans intensified.

“Oh, my God.” She was writhing on the tabletop.

“You like this?” I asked, massaging her swollen clit, and fucking her with my tongue.

“I’m so close… I’m going to…”

“You’re not allowed to come until I’m inside you.”

Pulling away, I unzipped my pants and shoved them down, wrapping my hand around my cock and squeezing it.

My hands settled on the curves below her hips, and I helped her off the table, so she was straddling me. I could feel her thighs shaking. She grabbed onto my shoulders to steady herself before reaching down and wrapping her hand around my dick. I hissed when she squeezed the base, jerked me hard, and glided my tip through her slick folds.

“Watch yourself,” I growled, squeezing her ass cheeks in a warning. “Or I’ll come in your hand.”

A smile played on her lips when she sank down on me all in one go, and I was buried to the hilt. It was the closest thing to heaven I’d ever felt. I grabbed her hips to stop her from moving. “Just give me a second. You feel so good. So fucking tight.”

I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, our tongues dueling as she started rocking her hips slowly, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her tits brushing my chest.

My hands settled on her waist, and she rocked faster, panting as she ground against me, seeking her release.

I lifted my hips, thrusting. Once. Twice. Three times. And that was all it took before she clenched around me in a vise grip and threw her head back, shouting my name as she came, her body convulsing.

When she started coming down from her orgasm, her muscles going lax, I lifted her off me and tossed her on her back. Then I slid out of the booth and stood over her.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, confusion etched on her features as I fisted my cock and jerked it hard. I was already so hard and so ready that I knew it wouldn’t take much to throw me into an orgasm. My balls tightened, and the orgasm started at the base of my spine. I planted one hand on the velvet seat to steady myself and jerked harder. Hot, white liquid came out in spurts, decorating her skin.