Eager

I'm in the kitchen making scallion drop biscuits when I get the ping on my phone, "I'm here."

"Doors open, come on in," I write back to him quickly.

I hear the door open and call out, "Hi! I'm in the kitchen!" and then I turn around and bend over the oven pretending to check on the biscuits and wait. I've timed this perfectly.

He comes around the corner and I hear him stop suddenly and swear.

I am only wearing an apron and my slippers with nothing underneath, which means he has full view of my ass and a tease of my lips between my thighs.

I smile to myself but don't move. I picture him stopped at my dining room table, leaning against the edge, staring.

"Fuck me, baby. You look so good bent over like that."

I peer over my shoulder and smile, having been right about his location, and wiggle my butt a little to tease him further.

"GURL" he says in that way of his that tells me he's excited. "You are dangerous," he laughs, shaking his head.

I laugh too and wiggle some more.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Chuckling, he plays along.

"Hmm. Close the oven and get on your knees."

Looking back quickly to make sure the timer is set on the biscuits, I do as he says.

From the floor, I get into position. On my knees, sitting back on my feet with my hands face down on either thigh. I look up at him with a small grin on my face, hopefully looking more innocent than I feel as I eagerly wait for his next direction

"Good girl. Now crawl to me."

His tone is deeper now, calm but ablaze with desire already. The knowledge of how much I'm already turning him on, gives me tingles and a burst of adrenaline. I am so eager to go jump on him but also can't wait to see what he has in store. I might have planned this setup, but from here on, it's his move.

As I work my way over the short distance to him, I don't take my eyes off of his. The air between us is as thick as the North Carolina summers where he's from and where I spent two years in grad school (though thankfully here in my California apartment, no mosquitos).

I get to his feet and peer up at him, already trembling slightly, needing to touch him so badly but also wanting to be good for him.

I wait.

He waits.

Moisture builds in between my thighs and I see the bulge growing in his pants, just out of reach from the tip of my nose.

My mouth starts to water and I whimper/groan.

"Stand up." He says finally.

I do, slowly. Everything has slowed down.

Taught.

I move up his body, just barely not touching him, but close enough to feel the energy crackling between us. Lightening is on the horizon, just waiting for us to be the conduit. I get upright finally, standing directly in front of him but still looking up because of our height distance.

His eyes are burning into mine as I imagine mine are doing the same to his, and his expression looks playful but almost pained with desire, which makes me smile and squirm some more.

Still moving so slowly, his hand comes up and he traces one finger down my neck, across my collarbone and the strap of the apron, down my side just grazing my breast that's threatening to pop out of the side, and back up and towards my neck. My skin jumps to meet his touch.

"You are quite the tease." He says smoldering. "What shall I do with you?"

I'm trembling. My fingers are twitching. I want so badly to grab on and smother myself in him but I hold it back.

Almost in that instant, just when I feel like I can't take it any more, he grabs my hair at the nape of my neck, pulls my head back and covers my mouth in his. His other hand has reached around me and captured one of my ass cheeks, squeezing hard as he takes me in a deep luxurious kiss. I feel my knees go out and I surrender to his assault. Thankfully he's holding on tight and catches me, pulling me into him more.

After who knows how long, I feel his hand release my neck and come around to grip my other ass cheek. With both hands on my ass he grips harder and groans into my mouth.

Suddenly he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. Turning us around, he sets me down on the dining room table, our tongues still entangled, inhaling each other like we're living under water and we're each other's oxygen tanks. His hips press into mine and I can feel his hard cock pulse against me through the fabric. My bare ass is cold on the wood but I don't care, we're creating enough heat so I barely even notice.

Moving his head to the side he breaks the kiss that's left us both gasping and he takes a nip at my ear. I squeal delightedly and press into him more.

Still hovering his mouth over my ear he whispers, "I'm going to bend you over the counter and fuck you so hard you won't know your name after, you little minx. But first, you know I have to taste you."

I feel cold air brush my thighs and gasp as it hits my pussy lips. He's pulled the apron aside for full access. It's his turn to kneel now. This time though, there's no space between us. Without another beat he devours me.