“That night at the party.” Eric swallowed hard. “The reason I was in the kitchen, under the table, in the first place…there was a woman there I’d been involved with. She made a promise to me once, and she broke it…” She touched her forehead to his, shaking her head. “I don’t need an explanation, Eric…”
“I know it was silly.” He sighed, pulling her lips to his for a brief kiss. “But it was on my mind…someone said something earlier that night…” Annie captured his lips again, wanting to feel his warmth, to reassure him.
“What did they say?”
“That it’s a woman’s nature to break a promise.” She smiled. “Who told you that?”
“My mother.” Eric gave her a sheepish grin.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Annie laughed and wiggled in his lap.
“Let’s make a pact… no more listening to family, ever.”
“It’s a deal,” he agreed, kissing his way over her cheek, down her ear. His hand had pulled her blouse up in the back, so he could stroke the creamy skin of her lower back. “How should we seal it? With a kiss?” His mouth found hers again, and Annie groaned as his tongue probed between her lips.
“I’ve got a better idea,” she murmured, sliding a hand between them. She cupped the bulge in his jeans, surprised to find him hard and ready. Rubbing her palm there, eager, she whispered, “Let’s live dangerously.”
He groaned as her hand created friction between them. “Annie!” His voice sounded pained.
She lifted her eyes to his, biting her lip. “Yes, Eric?” She continued to rub her hand over his erection, watching the change on his face.
“Remember what I said before?” He swallowed hard, licking his lips and staring at the front of her blouse, the exposed tops of her breasts. “About not having sex…here?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured, working his zipper down.
“I take it back.” He pressed her down onto the cot with his mouth, the weight of him like a relief. Annie gasped and then moaned, feeling how hard he was against her thigh, pressing through his jeans. Eric pulled her blouse fully out of her skirt, groping underneath it as his tongue met hers.
“Wait,” she gasped as he thrust against her, rocking her body against the cot. “Maybe we should check? Lock the door?”
“Now you’re worried?” he chuckled, tugging her skirt up with one hand, seeking her heat. “What happened to living dangerously?” When his fingers moved her panties aside and probed her wetness, she forgot about everything and gave in to exactly what she had wanted in the first place. He was wild, like an animal, biting at her neck, growling, moving his hand between her legs. His eagerness and intensity were making her crazy with lust.
Annie wiggled out from under him and sank to her knees beside the cot.
Eric rolled and lifted his hips for her as she unzipped his jeans and pulled at them, freeing his cock. It was red and swollen and the tip was already wet. He didn’t give her a minute to consider-he forced himself into her mouth with a groan, grabbing a handful of her hair and thrusting. She was just as eager to be used as he was to use her. She gagged and sucked him by turns, letting him fuck her mouth again and again as she reached under her skirt, thrusting her panties aside to play with herself.
Annie saw him glancing at the door, knowing that at any moment, anyone could walk through and discover them. She knew she should care-she just simply didn’t. Being with Eric was the only thing she could think about, and that wasn’t so much thinking as it was some primal instinct. There didn’t seem to be much thinking going on in her brain anymore at all.
“Hey, hey,” he warned, and she slowed a little, looking up and meeting his eyes.
He pulled her to him and kissed her, sucking at her tongue. His hands moved over her as if he were inspecting her for ripeness. He tugged and twisted at her nipples as he kissed her, making her gasp and writhe in his grip. His fingers explored the soft curves of her body, like he was trying to remember her with his hands. Sliding her skirt up her thighs, he cupped and kneaded the flesh of her ass, and his cock pressed between her legs, demanding its due. His hands were on her, all over her, shoving her skirt up high around her waist. He yanked at her black, mesh panties, moving only to slide them off and then seeking her wetness again.
Annie arched her back, rocking against his probing fingers as they kissed.
Her hands ran through his hair, her tongue meeting his. She could hear someone’s voice on the other side of the door and she realized anyone could walk in and find them here. The thought was blackly exciting. Annie watched with glazed eyes as he slid down between her legs.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he whispered as his tongue slipped between her lips to find her clit, working the fleshy folds back until it was revealed to him. His arms slipped easily under her thighs, lifting her more fully to his mouth. She slid her hands over her breasts, cupping, squeezing. She slowly rubbed her nipples through her blouse with her palms, feeling the sensation intensify.
“Yes!” Annie could feel that gentle tug beginning in her lower belly. “Yes, yes!” Her words made him moan against her pussy, the sound reverberating through her whole body as his tongue quickened. His finger slid down her slit and then in, his tongue concentrating just where she wanted it, where she needed it.
The slow movement of his fingers-one, then two, then three, pumping inside of her-s--ent her teetering closer to the edge. His rhythm followed her breathing, faster and faster still, his other hand slipping between her bottom and the cot. His palm pressed against her lower back, steadying and guiding her.
“I’m so close!” Annie cried. “Oh god, yes, make me come!” She knew it was imminent. She could feel it beginning, and she let the first pulsing heat fill her core. “Now! Now!” She lifted her hips and squeezed her nipples hard, feeling the cascade of her juices running down her behind. He grunted, holding her tight, his mouth steady and still licking. His fingers were buried so deep that she could feel her muscles tightening around them as the sensation swelled, crested, and then broke, rippling outward through her entire body. He held her close, rubbing his wet face against her thighs, kissing, licking, nibbling.
His tongue sought to find her clit again, but she covered it with her hand.
“Ohhh wait,” she gasped. “Too sensitive.”
He chuckled and they stayed that way for a moment as Annie’s breath slowed, her fingers in his hair. His tongue continued to tease her as her whimpers began to turn to moans. She gasped as he parted her flesh with his fingers, easing his way up and down her folds with his soft, wet tongue, feeling herself giving in to him again.
He teased her, probing around the tender hole of her pussy, sinking his tongue in and scooping out more of her juices. He lapped at her, burying his whole face against her mound as her lips parted and gave way to pink, slick flesh.
“Ohhh yes!” Annie reached between her thighs and parted her lips, showing him, pointing the way. He nudged her fingers aside with his tongue, beginning to lick her clit back and forth, round and round. His mouth was fastened over her pussy, licking and sucking her tiny clit as her thighs trembled in his hands. The muscles there were taut and quivering, and Annie arched against him.
“So close,” she murmured, her body just beginning to tense as it sailed over that delicious edge. “Oh god, baby, make me come again!” Eric licked faster as Annie found her release, the soft shudder and shake of her making him moan against her mound. Her juices flowed like water down his chin and cheeks and he swallowed her greedily.
Annie gasped as she pulled his head back and leaned forward to kiss him, tasting herself in his mouth as their tongues touched. Her hand reached down to find him, thick and hard. He groaned against her mouth when she squeezed, teasing the head with her thumb.