Page 65 of From That Moment

I was anything but casual.

I licked up her leg, nibbling gently on her inner thigh, and she started to shake. I pulled away, looking around.

“I’m going to get you on the table.”

Her eyes widened, and then I lifted her up as I stood. She wrapped her legs around my waist.

She crushed her mouth to mine, and I moaned this time, doing my best not to drop her as I made my way to her dining room table. I set her on the edge, then went back down to my knees.

“My table’s pretty sturdy, but I don’t want to break it.”

“Then you better hang on, princess.”

“I’m not your princess.”

“No, you’re my Paris, at least for the night. So, let me taste.”

And then I shoved her panties to the side and licked. She gripped the edge of the table, her legs over my shoulders as she moaned my name. I’d never thought hearing her moan my name would hit me as hard as it did, but I almost came right there in my pants, fully dressed, and she hadn’t even touched my dick yet.

Jesus Christ.

I kept going, licking and sucking and teasing her outer lips with my fingers. And when I parted her folds and gently probed her, she moaned, her inner walls clamping around my finger tightly. I gently worked in and out of her, with one finger and then two, then three. I curled my digits, finding that special spot inside as my thumb worked her clit, as I blew air on her. And when she came, her whole body shook, and I lapped at her juices, wanting more, needing more.

I got to my feet and tugged up her dress. When the sound of fabric tearing hit my ears, I froze.

She looked at me then, with her eyes wide, full of passion and surprise, and I cursed.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t care. I never need to wear it again. Get it off me.”

“If you’re sure.” I pulled at the dress again, ripping it even more, and then suddenly she was naked on the table except for her heels, her panties only torn fabric on the side of her, the rest of her green dress in tatters around her. I couldn’t help but look at her.

Her breasts were full, her nipples dark and hard, and she kept touching them, plucking at them as she molded the mounds with her hands. Her hips flared out just enough for my hands to grip, which I knew I would want to use when I took her from behind.

And while she was splayed out in front of me, one leg wrapped around my hip, the other dangling, I knew I couldn’t wait much longer.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out a condom, and licked my lips.

“Are you ready?

“Past.”

I swallowed hard and then slowly unbuttoned one fastener at a time until I could slide off my shirt.

Then I undid the button on my pants and lowered my zipper before pulling my boxer briefs down past my butt. I didn’t bother taking off my shoes or entirely removing my pants.

My cock sprang free, hard and ready to burst at just the sight of her, the taste of her.

And when I slid the condom down my length, I swore I saw her glisten even more at the sight.

I moved forward, bracing myself above her as I slid my cock between her folds, rubbing along her clit. I hovered over her more so I could kiss her.

Her hands moved down my back, and I knew she would leave marks from her nails. I didn’t care. I kissed her, hard and fast, our tongues tangling as we both fought for breath and control. My hands were on her hips, and then her breasts, and then on her.

When I pulled back, I swallowed hard and moved to take both of her wrists in one hand. I positioned her arms above her head, my cock still playing between her folds, then narrowed my eyes at her.

“Hands up here, beautiful.”