and she’d always loved the way he looked in them. Until tonight. Tonight, all she wanted to do was get that shirt off. Her fingers struggled with the little round buttons, one after another. Finally, Greg had had enough. Buttons flew as he ripped his shirt open, revealing his broad, bare chest. She ran her hands over his perfectly sculpted torso.
“You didn’t need to ruin your shirt for me,” she said.
“I won’t be needing it tonight.”
He kissed her deeply, and she ran her palms up his chest, her fingers finding his nipples. Greg leaned in closer and she opened her legs to him. Her skin thrilled as his hands slipped under her thighs and ass, lifting her dress up from beneath her.
She reached behind her, undoing the zipper of her dress, and as Greg lifted the silky dress above her head, she felt the cool of the granite countertop below. The ache in her pussy only grew stronger as he removed her dress completely. Amanda wore only her pretty lace bra and panties now. Greg was so tall that his waistline was well above counter height, and she could see the hard outline of his cock pressing against his pants.
She wiggled herself forward so that she could feel that hardness. When she got close enough to touch him, she felt a surge of electricity as the bulge of his cock rubbed against the thin cotton fabric of her panties. She wanted more. A lot more. He dropped his clean-shaven face between her breasts, just the hint of stubble stimulating her soft flesh. Then he ran his hands down her back, pulling her that much nearer, pressing her into his hard cock. Amanda knew then that she needed to break him free. She reached down with one hand, undoing the top button of his pants, and she felt his throbbing length break loose from his khakis.
“I’m going to make you happy, baby,” Greg growled.
“I am happy.”
“I’m going to make you happier.”
He dropped butterfly kisses down her cleavage as she dipped her hand into his pants. What she found there surprised her. Greg was a big guy, but Amanda didn’t expect that he was that big. She never thought that a man could be that large. She pulled his briefs down and his cock stood proudly, reaching high above the counter, its prodigious length matched only by its pulsing, titanic girth. She could barely fit her hand around it, and she couldn’t begin to imagine what it would feel like inside of her, or if she would even be able to take it all in. Maybe that’s why it had taken so long for her and Greg to get together, she thought. Maybe she just wasn’t ready for that much man.
Amanda ran her fingers over the head, noticing it was already slick with his dew. Oh, how she wanted to taste it, but she would have to wait. Because Greg had swept his tongue under the silky lace of her bra. He popped her breast out of her bra with just the pressure of his chin, and pleasure welled up within her as he took her nipple into his mouth. She liked that. The man was a magician with his tongue. He swirled it around her hard bud until it tingled with desire. Then he took the whole thing between his lips, tugging it back.
Sweetness, it felt fine. Waves of pleasure rocked her entire body like some kind of cosmic seesaw. Greg found her other nipple with his deft tongue and released it from the bondage of her bra. The nipple popped out, hard, yet tender with desire, and he swirled around it once, flicking it assuredly with his tongue. My, oh my, he made her want more.
What had she been doing working side by side with this perfect man for years, not realizing what lay beneath his easygoing demeanor? The man could do voodoo with his mouth and he was still above her waist. Amanda tugged on Greg’s cock, working the wide shaft with her hand. Just feeling him getting harder made her wetter.
“Easy, honey. I don’t now how much of that I can take.”
“Likewise,” she managed to gasp, and as she said it, she felt his fingers slide up her wet thighs.
His fingers slipped under her