“Do you think it matters?” her voice was breathless.
I wanted to tell her it didn’t, but I didn’t know the law. I only knew that I didn’t like her talking about ending a marriage that hadn’t even started yet.
“I don’t know and I don’t care.” I pressed my dick between her legs, hoping it would give her enough friction to let her body do what it wanted. “I want you, Sinclair. I want to do things to you.”
“Oh god.” Her hands pressed over mine, dragging them up to her tits. “What things?”
I kneaded her tits, squeezing her nipples through her thin top. “I want to eat your pussy. I never got to before.” I licked her neck. “My tongue on your clit. Fucking your pussy.”
She let out a gasp as her hips gyrated against my dick.
“Then I’ll suck it. Do you like that, Sinclair? Do you like it when a man goes down on you?”
“I…I…I don’t know.”
I stilled for a moment at her answer. Then not wanting the moment to end, I sucked on her ear lobe. “Has a man ever loved your pussy with his mouth?”
“No.”
Ah fuck. My dick was going to explode. The idea that I could be the first man to taste her sweet pussy juice was more than I could bear.
“I’m so hot. Tell me to stop if this isn’t going to happen.”
She didn’t say stop. She didn’t say keep going either. But I could smell the distinctive scent of her sex. She was hot and wet and I wanted my mouth there more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
“Can I eat your pussy? I’m dying to taste you.”
“I…I… Is it gross?”
“No baby,
it’s not gross. And you’ll love it. I’ll make you come so hard.”
“Oh God, Wyatt… What are you doing to me?” Her hand snaked around behind my neck.
I buried my face into the crook of her neck. “I’m seducing you, Sinclair.”
In a flash, she whirled around, her arms were around me, and her mouth was consuming mine.
Yes! I clung to her, turning her and maneuvering her to the table. There was no way we were going to make it to a bed. As I moved her, I stripped her, yanking her top off and shoving her shorts down. I ran my fingers over her panty-covered pussy. It was soaking. I groaned as I used my fingers to push her panties down.
Her hands were frantic, tugging at my shirt. As I pushed her up on the table, I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Her hands undid my jeans, but I pushed them away before she could touch my dick. One touch and I was going to come all over us.
“You first,” I said, panting more than I ever remembered doing. I pushed her thighs open and dropped to my knees.
“Wyatt.” Her hand slid down over her pussy.
I kissed her hand and then inhaled. “You smell so sweet. I want to taste you.” I gently moved her hand away. “You have the sexiest pussy ever. And you’re so wet. Wet for me.”
I looked up at her, wanting to make sure she was okay with this as I ran a finger through her folds.
“This will make my fantasy come true,” I said.
“I thought me riding you under the tree was your fantasy.”
“I have more than one.” I kissed the inside of her thigh. “Can I eat your sweet pussy, Sinclair?”
She bit her lip and nodded.