Page 44 of Late to Love

“Cold?”

She pins me with a glare. “When was the last time you sat your bare ass on a chair?”

Okay, that’s fair. But I need her without panties. With a sigh, I pull my briefs off and sit, wincing as my balls attempt a retreat into my body. “Happy?”

She blinks. “First, you produce a pair ofleopard-print briefs, and then you doff them to sit bare-assed on a chair like me. Who the fuck are you, and what did you do with Anthony Hall?”

I use my fork to indicate the food in front of her. “Eat. When we’re done, I have more eating to do.”

Her eyes widen, but she does as she’s told. She tries to wash the dishes when we finish, but I reach around and turn the water off. “No.”

“You cooked,” she protests, turning to look at me.

I close the few inches and kiss her, tasting the too-sweet coffee she drinks. Without a word, I scoop her into my arms and walk us back to the table, sitting her on top and kneeling before her. Hurts my knees like a motherfucker, but considering I’m about to bury my tongue in her pussy, I’ll get over it.

“Anthony, what are you—ohhh,” she moans, losing all coherent sounds as I lick and stroke her. She’s trimmed, the black hair framing the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Georgia O’Keefe herself would have been inspired.

“Look at you,” I say, the taste of her fresh on my tongue. “Spread out like a damn feast just for me.”

I dive back between her legs, her mewls and sighs growing louder and louder until I’ve made her come. I barely let her recover before I’m standing and thrusting my cock into her, unable to believe how fucking good she still feels. It can’t possibly stay like this, my insatiable need to be inside her constantly. But as I stroke us to another set of orgasms, listening to her deep groans of pleasure, as I lift her legs to rest on my shoulders so I can get a better angle and watch her body move, just as sexy covered by my plain white T-shirt as if she were bare, I have to wonder what the fuck I’m doing.

But now isn’t the time for introspection. Now is the time to make her come. I press my thumb onto her clit, and sure enough, she cries out as her inner walls contract around me.

“Holy shit, oh my God, Anthony!” she screams as she comes. I hold off, waiting until I know she’s through before letting myself go. “Lift your shirt,” I grit out, and she does. Right in time for me to pull out and spurt all over her, long ropes of cum as she lifts onto her elbows to watch.

“Fuck yes, Anthony. Come all over me,” she urges. “Fucking paint my stomach.”

I swear, her words have me coming even more. All I can do is come, and come, and come.

Finally, I’m spent, and a wave of dizziness overtakes me. Using a hand to brace myself on the table, I take a deep breath and finally meet her eyes. “Holy shit.”

She eases her legs off my shoulders and smirks. “Holy shit is right, Mr. Hall. That was fucking incredible.”

I steal a glance at the clock across the room, then groan at the time. “I need to get downstairs.”

She sits up, her legs dangling off the table.

“I’m going to rinse off, but if you want another shower...” I start.

She shakes her head. “I want to feel this all day. Well, except for the cum.ThatI’ll rinse off.”

We take care of things, and I pull her clothes out of the drawer I’d stashed them in.

“Where’s my underwear?”

“I’m keeping those.”

Her eyes shimmer. “You gonna wash them or...?”

“See you downstairs.”

“Hey—um,” she starts.

Instantly I sense a shift in the mood, and I stiffen.

“What…what is this?” Darcy waves her hands between the two of us.

Tension takes up residence between my shoulders. “Why does it have to be anything?”

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