I don’t know if that’s true, if she’s avoiding me, or her sorrow about the store is just making her want to stay here longer. I lean down and press a kiss to her cheek. “What can I do to make you say yes?” Pulling her closer against me, I grab her hand and I start to dance to the music coming through the speakers overhead, which are playing “Walking on Sunshine.” “Should I start to sing?”
I spin her around the aisle and belt out the lyrics far too loudly. She laughs, and the tension in her body eases. I can hold my own with the tune, but I’m out of practice in both singing and dancing, so I’m making a fool of myself. She starts to laugh and leans up to kiss me. Quite probably to shut me up just as much as she actually wants to kiss me.
“Fine,” she says. “I’ll go on this date with you.”
I let shock shine through on my face. “A date? I never said that this was a date. I said it was dinner. That’s very presumptuous of you,” I say, grinning, “to assume I’d take you on a date.”
She raises an eyebrow and kisses me again, harder this time. “I can read your mind, sir. I knew you meant it to be a date.”
“Oh,” I say, sliding my hand down her back to cup the delicious curves of her ass. “Can you read my mind now? What am I thinking?”
Annabelle smirks and pulls away from me for a second and looks around the corner. Then she takes my hand and pulls me further into the store and through a door into the back. It’s some kind of break room, but that’s not what I’m focused on. As soon as she clicks the lock behind us, I have her up against the door and I’m kissing her, pulling aside the collar of her shirt so I can reach her neck and listen to the soft sounds she’s making, holding herself back so that she’s quiet. “Are you sure?” I ask against her skin. “I know you’re sad about the store, and I don’t want you to regret this later.”
“I won’t regret it,” she says, breathless. “And right now I need a distraction.” I kiss her again, but the minute our lips touch, she pulls away, spinning us so that my back is the one to the door, and then she’s on her knees in front of me.
I was already hard, but now I’m like a rock, and I’m stunned into frozen silence watching her undo my belt and freeing my cock. Anna glances up at me with a smile, and while she’s holding my gaze her tongue flicks out, catching the head of my cock, and I can’t help my groan.
She takes me into her mouth, and I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation, the wetness and heat. Fuck, it feels amazing. Not only is Anna really, really good at this, but she already knows what I like. I’ve always loved the feel of her throat, and she doesn’t waste time with anything else, diving down onto my cock.
Sucking back slowly to my tip, and teasing that spot under my head, my cock jerks inside her mouth and I swear if she keeps going like this I’m going to come in minutes. No. I won’t. I grit my teeth and force my orgasm back, gasping as she takes me in, sucking me down until her lips are sealed around the base of my shaft and her throat is milking my cock dry.
I can’t hold myself back anymore, and I weave my fingers into her hair, pulling her harder into my cock, forcing her faster and deeper. She lets me. Holy shit, the way she lets go, lets me guide, lets me take control and fuck her mouth is so hot I’m not going to last. Deeper, I thrust, pressing her nose to my stomach as she swallows me, swallowing again and again so I feel it around my shaft, and I’m so close, pleasure zinging along my nerves.
One more thrust, and I’m there, I can’t hold it, and I gasp to her that I’m coming, letting go and filling her mouth with my cum, and she swallows it all, forcing her mouth down onto my shaft again, letting what’s left of my orgasm pour straight down her throat.
Sagging against the door, I’m left spent. “Shit,” I say, and she laughs. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a blowjob like that. Probably a little over eight years.”
She grins as she stands, and I catch her around the waist. I’m not done with her, pressing her against the wall again so her ass is back up against me, and I’m hauling up the skirt of her dress, pulling her panties aside so I can thrust in. I’m still hard, and getting the condom on feels like an eternity before I can sink inside her fucking delicious heat.