Derek kissed her deeply. She moaned and sucked his tongue into her mouth, grinding against him. He stepped back, still snug within her legs, but far enough away, he could gently nudge Lillian back until she lay spread out across his prep table, her legs hanging off the edge.
“Can I kiss you anywhere I want?” he asked, sliding his hands under her shirt.
Those rough calloused hands sent waves of longing through Lillian. She arched her back off the table, giving Derek the access needed to tug her shirt over her head.
He kissed his way up her stomach and sucked on her nipple through her bra. Lillian gasped and gripped his head, pulling him tighter, the pleasure an exquisite torture. He moved to her other nipple, sucking and nipping at it, until Lillian was gasping and begging for more.
“Lillian.” The way he said it. The slight challenge there, that she hadn’t answered his question. His voice was stern and sexy, and she whimpered and arched her hips toward him.
Derek gently removed her bra, tossing it away. He undid his chef’s coat, and then did the super sexy thing men did, where he yanked at the back of his collar and tugged his shirt off over his head, throwing it away. Oh god, he had whorls of hair across his chest, and that furry line down his abdomen she so loved, the one directing her way toward a good time.
She wanted to lick that line and leaned up toward him to do just that. Sensing it, Derek pushed her back against the table. She propped herself up on her elbows and met his gaze, challenging him. “Kiss me anywhere you want.”
God damn, it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. He kissed her soft belly, then dropped to his knees at the end of the table.
Thankful for his height that brought his head and shoulders exactly where he needed to be, he tugged off her leggings and panties and then, sweet jesus, there she was, her pussy absolutely drenched.
He could smell her, and his mouth watered in anticipation. He was a chef, after all, and he recognized a true delicacy when he saw it.
He spread her apart with his thumbs and licked inside. Lillian’s hips arched off the table, and she moaned. He did it again, licking into her, but ignoring her throbbing clit, except to blow a gentle stream of air on it. Lillian gasped and tried to pull him closer.
“Not yet,” he chastised, spreading her even further apart. “Just wait.”
“I need you,” she moaned.
He kissed her soft inner thighs, and then, as Lillian’s hips arched again, as he ever so slowly moved toward her, he pressed his tongue, firm and flat, against her clit.
She groaned and rocked against him. He sucked her clit into his mouth, sucked and licked at it, while sliding one finger ever so slowly inside her to his knuckle then all the way in. Above him,
Lillian met his gaze, intense with longing.
“More,” she begged.
He gave it to her, adding another finger, sucking harder, his tongue flicking against her. He thrust his fingers in and out, matching the rise and fall of her hips, giving her more, giving her everything, sucking and licking and she was so close, he could feel all her muscles tensing. Her thighs locked around his head, holding him in place, and she came, her pussy throbbing and pulsing around his fingers.
He held himself still, a rock in the storm, while she trashed against him until she collapsed back against the table.
After a moment, she sat up and demanded, “More.”
Fuck yes. He grinned and tugged her to him. She kissed him, moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue, how sexy it was knowing he had made her come with that mouth.
She kissed him, hard and fierce, then turned from him and leaned over the table. She gripped the sides and glanced over her shoulder.
He stripped out of his pants, his cock hard and throbbing, curved toward his stomach. She whimpered at the sight and despite her recent orgasm, her pussy tightened in need and anticipation.
He guided himself to her, his cock nudging at her. He slid one hand up her spine, to the braid at the base of her neck. Ever so gently, he looped it around his hand and tugged. “Do you like that, Lillian?”
Lillian hissed at the sweet bite of pain. And because it was Valentine’s Day and she was indulging in all that was rich and decadent, she said exactly what she was feeling. “More.”
His fingers tightened on her hair. As his cock slid inside her drenched pussy, he pulled just hard enough to make Lillian’s head arch back. She cried out in pleasure, her sensitive pussy convulsing at the new intrusion.
Derek thrust inside her, his cock surrounded by her sweet, wet pussy. Oh, god she felt so good, so fucking hot and he she wanted more. He would give her more. He yanked her back against him, slamming into her. She arched back, meeting his thrust, grunting in pleasure. “Oh god, yes, fuck me, Derek. Fuck me just like that.”
“You’re so fucking wet, Lillian. Oh god, your pussy feels so good. I’m going to come so hard in you pussy. Fuck yes, you’re so fucking hot.”
“More,” Lillian gasped. She gripped the table, giving herself leverage to arch back against him. “Fuck me harder!”
“Fuck yes!” Derek slammed into her, his orgasm building, until, there it was, he was coming, and oh fuck, she was coming, her pussy pulsing and throbbing around his cock and his orgasm went on and on, as Lillian’s hips bucked beneath him, and she screamed his name.