Page 69 of Diners, Damsels & Wolves

Human.

Soft.

Breakable.

He repeated the words in his head, ensuring he didn’t get carried away.

Breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth to her chest. He untied the bow of her dress with his teeth and pulled the fabric aside. Burrowing his face into her breast, he took her nipple into his mouth. The sudden intake of breath made him moan.

Suckling her breast, he licked and nipped at the hard nubs of her nipple. His fingers brushed her panties, her warmth soaking through the fabric. Her breasts bounced with each gasp, her musings spurred his actions.

Taking her from the wall, he spun around and set her on the counter. He pushed her panties aside, petting up and down before spreading her open. The hand around her neck flexed. Gripping his forearm, she wrapped her legs around him, inviting him in.

Releasing her breast, he kissed her lips, pushing his tongue into her open mouth.

Taking her hands from his arm, she worked at the buttons on his shirt. In seconds her fingers were caressing his bare chest, nails scraping him up and down.

With a grunt, his body shuddered, and he pushed two fingers inside her. She whined. The noise made his dick leak.

“Wait.” Her voice was rough in his ear.

He froze.

“I wanted …” She swallowed against the hand on her neck. “I wanted to do something for you first. Step back for a second.”

Letting go of her neck, he pulled his fingers out of her. Arching a brow, he took a step back. She laughed.

“Don’t look so worried.” Hopping off the counter, she grabbed his hips and giggled.

Grinning, he let her guide him, they spun in a circle until his back was against the counter. She shoved him; if only she knew how much force was actually needed to knock him over.

Her hands moved from his hips to grab at his belt. Undoing his jeans, she yanked them down to his ankles. Groaning, his erection was set free.

Kissing him sweetly, she wrapped her hands around his length. He laced one of his hands through her hair while the other gripped the counter. She tugged.

Choking, his knees went weak. She tugged again. Pressing her thumb into his tip, she swirled the pre-cum over his foreskin.

His eyes blew wide as she knelt down. One hand cupped his balls, the other held his base steady. She lapped at his head.

Breathing in ragged gasps, he came undone, watching her. Making a deliciously indecent noise, she wrapped her mouth over him. Her pink lips swelled then stretched as she moved her mouth up and down.

His hips bucked and he gripped her hair. Oh no, he hadn’t hurt her, had he?

Her eyes locked onto his. A deep hunger raged in her as she bobbed her head over him again and again.

He had to grip the counter to keep from falling on her. Losing all sense of what she was doing, he drowned in the sensations. Her warm mouth, sucking, saliva running down his skin, her tongue twisting, it all blended together. At this rate, he wouldn’t last much longer.

Taking his hand from the counter, he cupped her jaw and pulled her back. He left her mouth with a pop, thick strings of saliva falling from her lips. Looking up at him, she pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he panted. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Bending down, he lifted her up. Bunching her skirt over her hips, he set her on the counter. He pulled the neck of her dress further down, releasing her other breast and squeezed it.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I finished before you?”

Spreading her legs, he knelt, hooking her knees over his shoulders. Using his fingers, he opened her vulva for his tongue to explore. Tongue teasing her, he circled her entrance, he teased, running his mouth up and down. He flitted just shy of her sweet spot, swelling with anticipation.

Moaning, she wriggled beneath him. He flicked his tongue over her clit. Yelping, she grasped his hair, her legs tightening around him. Burrowing his face in further, he lapped at her, drinking her in.