N. Walters - Erin's Fancy

He’d surprised her when he’d moved behind her, encircling her with his body. The heat pouring off his large frame was enormous, but she’d wanted to get closer. After this morning, however, she’d waited to see what he would do first. When he pressed up close to her, she could feel his erection pushing against her bottom. It had been pure instinct to push backwards and then move her hips to circle his hardness.

His response was electric. When he’d whispered in her ear, desire had shot clear to her toes, and he’d barely touched her. His tongue, slightly rough and warm, had traced a moist path from her shoulder to the nape of her neck. Wanting more, she’d tilted her head to encourage him, but he was already moving. His teeth had nipped at the nape of her neck, and she’d felt both vulnerable and aroused at the same time. The gesture was one of pure male dominance, especially when his hands had come up to possessively cup her breasts. She was totally surrounded by him, and she loved it.

Her body felt languid and heavy as she leaned back against his chest for support. One hand left her breast and she whimpered in protest. Her disappointment was forgotten in a second when he angled her head to one side and tipped her face towards him. His eyes were blazing as he lowered his mouth to hers and covered it in a searing kiss.

Her eyelids grew heavy and slipped closed as she lost herself in the passionate kiss. His lips were soft, yet firm, as they enveloped hers. This was no tentative seeking, but a declaration of possession. Abel’s tongue swept into her mouth, claiming it for his own. He sought out and tasted every crevice until he had mapped the entire territory. His fingers tangled in her hair, anchoring her to him, while his other hand caressed both her breasts until her nipples were hard buds stabbing at the center of his palms.

Abel pulled away from her and dropped his forehead to hers. “I want you.” His voice was harsh and his breathing labored.

“Yes,” she whispered. She wanted to scream out her answer, but was having a hard time just breathing. Raising her hand, she caressed his face, leaving a trail of hot soapy dishwater on his cheek. She’d forgotten she’d still had her hands in the water.

Abel leapt back and swore as he wiped soapsuds from her cheek and the corner of his mouth. Erin slapped a hand to her mouth in horror and ended up sputtering herself as soapy water covered her lips. They both looked at each other, frozen in place. One corner of Abel’s mouth quirked up, then the other. Erin felt an answering grin cross her own face. Then they were both laughing.

Abel grabbed the dishtowel from the counter and swiped at her face before doing the same to himself. All that sexual tension had been converted to humor and neither of them could stop laughing. Abel managed to lean against the counter and support himself, but Erin just slid to the floor in front of the sink, holding her stomach as she laughed so hard that tears gathered in her eyes.

Finally, she buried her face in her hands, not looking at him, until she gained control over herself. Wiping her eyes, with the back of her hand, she peeked at him from under her lashes. He was still smiling down at her, but he too had gotten a hold of himself.

“You’re good for me.” His simple comment gave her stomach butterflies, and she flushed with pleasure. The ever present desire for him flared to life once again.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Her voice was soft and flirty and didn’t sound like her at all. Yet it was, just another part of herself she’d never explored before.

Abel’s eyes darkened as he reached down and pulled her to her feet. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he hoisted her onto the counter and stepped between her open legs. The humor and laughter of a moment before had disappeared, replaced by raw sexual need.

“If you want me to stop it has to be now.” Abel’s rough voice raised goose bumps on her skin as his hands reached for the button of her jeans.

Erin said nothing, but unzipped her jeans and raised her butt off the counter and helped him tug her sneakers, jeans and panties off. The kitchen counter felt cool and hard against her bottom. She felt exposed and vulnerable half-naked with Abel fully dressed.

Abel picked up her feet one at a time and placed them on the counter, opening her wide to his view. “I wanted to eat your pussy for dessert instead of chocolate.” His fingers traced the moist folds of her sex as he spoke. “But now I think I want both.”

Reaching across the counter, he scooped a glob of chocolate out of the casserole dish, and rubbed it over her sex and across her clit. The smell of sex and chocolate wafted on the air, and Erin flexed her hips towards him, wanting his mouth on her pussy.

Leaning down, Abel nuzzled her pubic hair with his nose. “You smell sexy.” His tongue lapped at a glob of chocolate that slipped down her inner thigh. “And good enough to eat.”

“Yes,” she moaned, tugging his head closer.

Slowly, his tongue went up one side of her sex and down the other, lapping and licking the chocolate from her flesh. He sucked her clit, taking care to run his tongue over ever inch of the swollen bud. Erin moaned and spread her legs wider.

“Pull up your top and show me your pretty breasts.” Abel’s rough hands stroked her thighs as he continued to lap at her swollen clit.

Erin hesitated and Abel slipped one of his long fingers inside. “Do you want me to stop?”

She’d die if he stopped now. Barely giving herself time to think about the fact that her brothers were just outside, she hauled her top and bra up, exposing her breasts and their tight rosy nipples to him.

“Beautiful.” Abel stood and cupped both breasts in his hands, tracing the hard nubs with his fingers.

“Now, Abel.” Erin reached down and squeezed his cock through the layers of his jeans. He was hard and thick and she wanted him buried inside her.

Abel swore softly, but stepped back long enough to open his jeans. His cock sprang free, full and ready. Moving between her legs, he angled her hips and thrust inside her. Her pussy clenched tight around him, tugging him further into its depths.

Scooping his fingers into the casserole dish once again, Abel rubbed his chocolate-covered fingers over her lips. Using her tongue, she lapped the pudding from his fingers before taking two of them into her mouth and sucking them. Abel groaned, but slipped his fingers in and out of her mouth as he began to slowly shift his hips back and forth. Erin loved the feeling of being filled by him, her pussy filled with his cock and her mouth filled with his fingers.

Abel pulled his fingers away, and she moaned with disappointment. But before she could protest, he’d slammed his mouth down on top of hers, devouring it. His tongue plunged past her lips, stroking in and out before capturing her tongue and sucking on it. Erin clutched at his head, neck, and shoulder, frantically stroking whatever parts of him she could reach.

Pulling away, he kissed and nipped his way down her face and neck, sucking and biting her breasts until she thought she would scream with frustration. She could feel his cock swelling and pulsing inside her, but she needed more.

“Abel.” He answered her plea immediately. Gripping her waist in his hands, he pulled his cock almost all the way out before plunging back in. Erin tipped backwards, grabbing at the counter for support. Her back hit the windowsill and she heard the toaster crash to the floor as her hands sought something to hold on to.

Blindly, Erin reached out until she was holding the faucet with one hand and the edge of the counter with the other. Abel continued to pound into her, driving her closer and closer to fulfillment. Close. She was so close.