asked,
just so long as she kept looking at him like that.
He nodded and her
answering smile hit him like a punch to the stomach. Shit, he was in serious
trouble.
“Come over here,
and then don’t move,” she said, gesturing to a clear area of counter near the
sink. He had no idea what she was planning, but he moved to where she had
pointed and leaned back against the counter, his hands resting on the edge of
the countertop. Before he could ask what she was up to, Kelly grabbed a
dishtowel and dropped it on the floor at his feet. She lowered herself to her
knees so her mouth was level with his groin.
Without giving him
time to think, she tugged down his pants to mid-thigh and started dusting the
length of his cock with tiny kisses. Lust roared through him, his hips already
bucking gently against her mouth. “That feels so good, baby.”
She took the head
of his cock into her mouth and hummed in response, the vibrations travelling
right through to his balls. It felt so good his knees nearly buckled and he had
to grip the edge of the counter to stay upright.
Kelly just
continued humming, one hand fisting the base of his cock as the other cupped
his balls and started massaging them gently. Her tongue started working back
and forth across the tip and a low groan rumbled up from Ben’s chest as he
watched. Every twist of her head and flick of her tongue made it harder to stay
still. He wanted to thread his fingers through her dark curls and fuck her
mouth until he came, but he didn’t.
Watching her kneel
in front of him, her head bowed and her soft hair brushing against his thighs, was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever seen.
Every stroke of her tongue was pure pleasure, and he was certain that his
fingerprints would be forever embedded in the counter’s edge by the time she
was done turning him inside out.
When his control
was about to break Ben groaned, brushing a hand over her hair to warn her. She
made a soft sound of acknowledgment and continued what she was doing. He came
hard enough his legs were trembling and his eyes were closed by the time it was
over. The delicious sensation of her swallowing his cum added
made every second even more intense. Ben’s breathing was ragged and his
heart was hammering against his ribs as he opened his eyes to find to see Kelly
looking up at him with a smug smile on her lips.
“Good morning,”
she chirped merrily and started to get to her feet. Ben helped her up and then
tugged her into his arms.
“I’ll say it’s a
good morning,” he managed to murmur between kisses. “Possibly the best morning
I’ve ever had.”
“Me too,” she confessed softly.
“Not yet, but it
will be.”
****
Kelly was enjoying
every minute of her time with Ben. He made her feel safe and beautiful, and
that combination allowed her to be herself in a way that she’d never experienced
before. At least not with anyone she’d ever dated. Giving a blow job in the
middle of the kitchen was certainly something she’d never even considered before. Ben’s response had
been everything she hoped for, and knowing that she had the power to bring the
big, sexy man to his knees was intoxicating.
I am definitely going to do that again soon.
Ben’s mouth was
still on hers when he started walking her backward. He kept guiding her until
they bumped into the kitchen table, making the silverware rattle. “What are you do —”
He scooped her into
his arms in one move and then lowered her carefully onto the sturdy pine table.
“Better hold still until I move our coffee mugs,” he told her as he let go.
“I set the table
for us to eat!” She was laughing as she complained.
“Trust me. I’m
going to be eating in just a minute here.” She turned to see him grinning at
her as he moved their coffee to a safer place. “Did I tell you yet how much I
like syrup with my breakfast?”
“What does that
have to do with why I’m on the table?”
“Patience, baby,
give me a second
Patrick Dennis & Dorothy Erskine