Oh fuck. Really?
He lifted my stockinged feet onto his shoulders. I curled my toes into the warm material of his t-shirt and felt hard muscle beneath my soles.
My whole body was on fire with desire. I rested my hands behind myself as he settled a firm hand into the small of my back. A carnal grin spread on his lips as he slid my naked pussy to the edge of the counter. Right up close to his face.
“Perfect,” he said, staring at my exposed intimate folds. “Absolutely perfect.”
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear every pulse as I watched his fingers trip up the pale flesh of my inner thighs. His mouth followed and finally reached the lips of my sex. My head dropped back against the cabinet and I shut my eyes tight. I had a feeling Tim would know how to work his tongue.
He did. He slid up between softly swollen folds, delving and probing with the hard, inquisitive tip of his tongue. He laved back down and explored my wet, juicy entrance, tunneling in, high and thorough with hot laps. I tightened my toes on his shoulders and felt a shock wave of pleasure surge through my body. I’d so missed being adored by a willing man’s mouth.
His fingers joined in the fondling of my pussy, pushing into my entrance at the same time his tongue tangled with my swelling clit. I groaned and slid my legs farther over his shoulders until the delicate tops of my stockings touched his ears and my calves rested on his shoulder blades.
My clit throbbed, straining for him as he suckled it deeper into his mouth. I lifted my head and looked down. His face was completely hidden between my thighs. “Oh, God, yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, tightening my grip on the edge of the work surface. “Tim, that’s…ahh…” A long-overdue climax was building, curling up in my pelvis and growing, getting ready to explode and rack my body. My head fell back again and I squeezed my eyes shut. An image of Dean, with his slightly leaner jawline and his longer, more graceful limbs entered my brain—but it seemed my choice had been made for me. A twang of regret encroached upon my magical moment. But only for a second, because then Tim upped the pace; his tongue became more insistent and he added another finger to my pussy, pushing up against my G-spot with perfect pressure and rhythm.
“That’s it, just there, I’m…I’m…” I cried out as I came. The explosive climax was hard and fast and my high-pitched gasp echoed around the kitchen. My pussy clamped Tim’s fingers as my clit pulsed in his mouth. Intense pleasure washed through me, spreading over my skin like liquid gold and twisting my insides until my body went boneless.
I felt myself slipping, my elbows gave way and my spine curled. I was sliding off the edge of the counter, the rim perilously near the edge of my buttocks.
Suddenly big arms clamped around me and hot lips pressed down on mine. I fed desperately off the demanding tongue as I was held tight against a wide, hot chest.
“It’s not polite to leave someone out of the party,” Dean breathed into my mouth.