Lowering herself flat on the table, her quick breaths echo through the night. Her breasts bounce with each movement and my cock throbs so hard it's painful.
I lift one of her legs, her dress rolling up her thighs. Her pussy glimmers with wetness, completely uncovered.
I press a kiss against the inside of her ankle, and she jerks at the contact. I wrap my hand harder around her foot, pressing another kiss, and she doesn't move.
"Good girl," I whisper. I lick a light trail from her ankle to the bend in her leg, stopping to take a deep breath of her scent. The vanilla is mixed with a heady musky scent. I force a swallow, but my throat is tight. My entire body, every fucking piece of me, needs a release.
Licking my way up her thigh, her leg trembles under my touch. I flatten my tongue as I reach the top, slowing my journey to the apex of her thighs. Moving my hands to her waist, I knock back her dress so that it’s bunched up just below her chest. I could remove it altogether and consider that, but I don't want to wait.
I can't.
My tongue slides from the top of her leg to her pussy, wet and waiting for me. I don't hesitate, don't stutter, as my tongue sinks deep inside her.
She cries out, her arms reaching for the table on either side of her head. The fruit tray topples over. Grapes, berries, and oranges roll past me and onto the floor.
I suck her clit into my mouth, biting lightly on the swollen bud. She arches her hips, and I slide my tongue back down to her opening and bury my face between her legs.
Her body riots, releasing all over me, and I lap it up. She trembles beneath my hands, her pussy gripping my tongue.
A bundle of grapes sits by my hand near her waist and I grab them. I pull back for a split second, remove a few of the fruits from the stem, then roll one of the grapes around her clit. She shudders, trying to pull away. I place a hand on her navel, warning her not to move. She lifts her head and looks at me over the round tops of her breasts. She tries to smile, but before she can, I slide a grape inside her.
"Ah!" Her head collapses to the table again. I push another, then a third, grape inside of her. She's so wet, so ready that they go inside easily. "Barrett!"
Nudging her legs open further, I slide one finger inside. The grapes are cool against the warmth of her skin. I move them with my finger, feeling them jostle inside.
"My God!"
Working her clit with another finger, I slide it down until it dips inside her too. She moans loudly, arching her back again. My cock struggles against my jeans, ready to fucking explode.
I watch as my fingers work inside her, sliding them in and out, feeling one grape burst. The juice rolls out of her and down my wrist.
I press harder this time, working the second grape to the side until it, too, pops. Alison is mumbling, thrashing, trying to grab at my hands with hers. Knowing that it's me doing this to her, it's me that's got her worked into such a frenzy, it's me that has her begging for my cock in that seductive voice is nearly unbearable.
Popping the final grape, I remove my fingers to a loud gasp from her. I lower my head to her pussy and lick her with the flat of my tongue. The contact has her moaning, gasping, pressing my face into her with her hands. I suck the juice that trickles from her opening before allowing her to pull my face up to meet hers.
She half sits as she holds my gaze for a second before kissing me for all she's worth. Her tongue dips into my mouth, taking me by surprise. When she pulls back, she's barely breathing.
"I want you.” Her voice is ragged, dripping with desire. "I want your cock now, Barrett."
Her hands are digging at my zipper as I'm undoing the button and simultaneously grabbing a condom from my pocket. Once my pants are on the floor around my feet, she spreads her legs and works her ass to the edge of the table. I step forward, rolling the condom down my length. Her hands slide around my waist, her fingernails digging into my ass.
"Now," she whispers and I slide easily inside her.
"Fuck!" I cry, the slippery wetness allowing me all the way inside. She clenches around me, her body fitting snugly around my length.
My eyes are closed, enjoying the feeling as I slide gently out and back in, feeling every inch of her warmth as I move. She kisses me again, tenderly this time, her full lips parting my own. Before pulling back, she bites my bottom lip, bringing me out of the fog.
Quickening my pace, I push my hands beneath her. I squeeze her cheeks and find a rhythm. The slapping of our skin, the wetness coating my cock and groin, her breasts bouncing against me are more than I even dreamed. Still, I need more, to put my stamp on every part of her body.
I hook her legs around my arms and lift her up so I can bury myself deeper in her pussy. Her body spasms around mine, her orgasm building again. She’ll get off again before I find mine.
My cock slides up and across her clit. That's all it takes. She constricts around me again and I let myself go.
Pushing as far into her as I can, I watch her face as my body explodes in every way imaginable. My legs shake. My hands tremble as I hold on to her hips. My head feels like it's going to blow off my body as the culmination of the entire night, the entire last few nights, comes to a point.
I rest her back on the table and look into her eyes.
"You okay?" I ask.