In my lust-filled haze, I wondered if maybe the back of my dress had torn, and it sent a thrill through me to have a mark from the night.
My hands shook as they got his buckle undone and the button and zipper open. I was barely able to focus on the task with his hands fumbling with the tiny buttons on the front of my dress. When he got enough opened to see my chest, he tugged it down the rest of the way and latched onto my nipple, biting painfully hard through the lace of my bra. His fingers wasted no time in finding my panties and shoving them to the side. All the pressure that had built up during our quick strip released when he pushed in to me, groaning into my cleavage.
He pounded into me over and over again, rocking the table into the wall with loud thumps. I gripped the edge with one hand while the other dug into the skin at the top of his ass, digging underneath the denim of his pants we’d been too frantic to remove. Sucking kisses rained all over my chest mixed with sharp bites to my nipples, only to be soothed by his tongue swirling around the tender tip. Each swipe dragging me closer and closer to my release. His hand lifted to wrap around my throat and squeezed just enough to let me know he was in control. His long fingers would pulse between long squeezes that had me questioning how far he would go to releasing and letting me gasp for precious air.
I wanted to relish the feel of his body wrapped around mine, holding me close, but I was in a losing battle to hold off my orgasm. When his thumb landed on my clit, I exploded and bit my lips trying to hold back my groans of pleasure. My pussy contracted and my nails dragged up his back trying to find purchase as chills broke out across my skin.
He groaned in pain and began thrusting harder and shorter, panting in my ear and finally latching on to the soft lobe as he came, holding himself inside me. We remained still and caught our breath for less than a minute before he pulled back and gently brushed his lips against mine, pulling his softening cock out of me. Balancing on the table, I watched as he stripped out of his pants and walked into a room off the entryway. He reappeared again with a wet washcloth and it wasn’t until he had it pressed between my legs that I realized he was cleaning me because we hadn’t used a condom.
“Shit.”
“I’m clean, Ana. I’m not sleeping with anyone but you.” His low, deep voice rolled over my skin, turning me on all over again as his eyes stayed glued between my legs.
“Me neither. I’m not sleeping with anyone but you. I’m on birth control. And I’ve never not used a condom.” His eyes flicked to mine in surprise, but quickly returned to the task of cleaning me. He’d probably assumed I was sleeping with Andrew.
“I love seeing you filled with my cum,” he growled.
“Animal.” I laughed.
Kevin leaned in and snapped at me. I yelped, and we both laughed. It was amazing how quickly we could go from deep and sexy right back to a friendship filled with laughter. It was everything I wanted and everything I was scared to have.
The next morning, light assaulted my eyes, as I stretched, realizing I wasn’t in my own bed. It took only a moment for the night to come rushing back. My breath caught in my throat and a shiver wracked my body. With a smile, I rolled over to find the space next to me empty.
The smell of coffee hit me before I saw Kevin appear in the doorway of the bedroom carrying two cups, naked as the day he was born. God, he was sexy, all long lean limbs. He may have stopped playing soccer, but he obviously still worked on his body. If anything, he seemed bigger. I thought he looked like a man at eighteen, but at twenty-two he was proving me wrong. I wondered what he would look like in five more years. Would I be around to see it?
He hopped on the bed, causing me to bounce and laugh. An immature giggle slipped free at watching his soft cock bounce against his thigh.
“You should know better than to laugh at a man’s junk.”
“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
He growled and yanked the thick white comforter off, leaving me covered in a thin blue sheet. “I’ll make you pay for it later. With lots of licks and kisses. For now, here is your phone to read or play games. We are staying in bed for coffee. And this,” he said swatting my ass, “is my table.”