The Interrupted Lunch — Part 4
A night that promised so much more.
As soon as we entered his luxurious suite, Corey dropped the takeout bag and pinned me against the door. His hands cupped my breasts and I arched toward his touch.
“I’ve imagined doing this so many times.”
“Show me all the things you’ve imagined.” I crooned.
It thrilled me knowing I’ve been on his mind. He devoured my mouth with his tongue. He had an amazing tongue. Every stroke sent heat shooting to my core.
My breath became raspy as he removed my dress, revealing the red lingerie. It was sheer and hinted of what he could have. “So fucking hot.”
His mouth captured a nipple and sucked it through the fabric. I moaned and gripped his head, holding him exactly where I wanted him. His hand skimmed all over my body and found my wet center.
He growled. “I’m going to feast on you.” He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands cupped my ass and dropped me down on a wide couch.
“You’re still clothed,” I said, removing my bra.
He removed his jacket, shirt, and bottoms, tossing them aside. We came at each other like hungry animals. I’ve never been kissed like this.
He broke free from the kiss to look at me. “I want to do all kinds of things to you.”
“Do them.” I begged.
A smirk slid onto his face as he opened my legs and palmed my center. Two fingers entered me, and I gasped.
Heat grew in me as he pumped and pumped. Finally, he withdrew his fingers and licked them. “You taste better than my dream.” He replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue, feasting, licking, sucking, and tantalizing.
I writhed with pleasure as he continued ravishing me. I loved watching him adore me.
I touched his face. “I want to taste you too. Sixty-nine, now.” My voice came out between a plea and a demand.
“A beautiful woman should get what she wants.”
That night, Corey and I devoured on each other on the couch, in his bed, and on the floor. By the time we actually ate the “real” dinner, it was two in the morning. He asked me to stay the night and also to be his girlfriend.
I said “yes” to both questions.
“Somehow, you interrupted my lunch and got me to be your girlfriend in less than forty-eight hours.”
“I’ve got skills.”
He did, but I didn’t want to inflate his ego.
“I’ve watched you from afar for a while. I thought it was time to make my move.” He rolled on top of me. “I’m ready for a super late-night dessert.” His cock hardened again.
Dessert was delicious for both of us, and I couldn’t wait to begin my relationship with him.
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