Page 51 of Shameless
“Then I need to get you some cookbooks for Christmas or something,” I teased.
“That will work too.”
“But you need to make me that chili.”
“For sure.”
We finished our tacos and margaritas and I cleaned up the kitchen while Blake took Skye outside to potty.
“Now, sweet thing, are you ready for the real fun?” Blake wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind and kissing the side of my neck.
“Real fun?”
“I told you I had plans for you for after dinner.”
I spun in his arms. “Oh yeah. What do you have in mind?”
“Let’s just say your clean kitchen may get dirty again.” He reached for the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced since I wasn’t wearing a bra. “We should probably take your pants off too.” He bent and slid my pajama bottoms down my legs, along with my panties.
“And what about you?” I challenged. He was still fully clothed minus the shoes he’d removed after coming inside with Skye.
Blake quickly took off his T-shirt. “I’ll get there, but first, I’m having you for dessert.”
He picked me up and placed my ass on the counter that overlooked the open living room and then grabbed the bottle of apple Mezcal and salt shaker.
“What are you going to do?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head with the details, sweet thing. You just enjoy the ride. Now lean back.”
I leaned back onto my hands as instructed and moaned as he licked my collarbone. He sprinkled some salt onto my skin and then opened the Mezcal bottle. The smell of apples and alcohol hit my nose and before I realized what was happening, Blake tilted the clear bottle and poured a stream down the center of my body.
It was cold as it cascaded down my skin and between my legs, pooling on the counter I was sitting on. I shivered and then drew in a breath as he licked the salt and continued with his tongue the same path as the alcohol had traveled. When he got to my pussy, he sucked and my hips jerked.
Spreading my legs wide, he ran his tongue around my clit and then through my slit before fucking me with his tongue. My body came alive. I tried to hold myself up while he worked me with his mouth, but the way he was devouring me as though I was really a dessert made it impossible to keep myself up on trembling arms.
The slick counter was cold against my hot skin as I lay back, the added chill sending a shiver through my body. I moaned as Blake continued to bring me closer and closer to coming apart.
“I need to be inside you,” he said against my center.
“Yes,” I breathed, raising up onto an elbow to watch him remove his pants and boxers.
He pulled a condom from his jeans and tore it open with his teeth. As I watched him roll it on, my mouth watered to taste him, but my body ached with the need to come. I needed him inside of me too. Needed to feel his hard cock stretch me and work me until I fell over the edge and came around his shaft.
I lay back again, and he moved my hips to the edge of the counter before teasing my opening with his tip and then slowly entering me. He brought my legs up to rest against his shoulder, and the new position made it so he could go in deeper. My back arched as he hit the spot that made me see stars.
“Fuck,” he groaned and picked up his pace.
“Oh, god,” I panted and held onto the lip of the counter as he pumped into me as deep as he could go.
Over and over he hitthespot, taking me higher. When he cupped my breasts, squeezing and caressing each one, I came, my pussy pulsing around him and my cries of ecstasy echoing in the small apartment.
“That’s it,” he groaned and pumped a few more times until he followed me into pure bliss.
After we caught our breath, Blake took a step back, just enough to slide out of me. I sat up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.
“Now, my turn.” I jumped off the counter and did my own Mezcal shot off his chiseled body.
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