and chairs from the broken glass on the deck. “There, now we can sit.”
She put the candelabra down and caught his hand in hers. “I don't want to sit.” He found himself pushed against the deck, his back facing the city. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing him passionately. His fingers found the zipper on the side of her dress and he eased the zipper down. She eased back, letting the dress fall around her hips. He bent to kiss the edge of her breast, pushed high by the bra. She threw her head back and sighed softly. He took advantage of the position, pulling her hips in tight to his and nibbling her neck.
“Are you sure you want to play up here, Sasha?” He murmured against her neck. He could feel her pulse throbbing in her throat.
“Oh, God, yes. I've always had a fantasy of being in a semi public place with a guy.” She looked at him, her eyes glowing.
“With a guy, huh?” He bent to kiss her breasts again. “Any old guy off the street?”
She grinned sexily. “Jeremy, I want to play up here with you.”
He growled and turned so she was facing the city and he was behind her. He flipped the skirt of her dress up and nearly came undone seeing the lacy red panties covering her unbelievable ass. “Sasha...” He arched his hips into her. She pressed her hands on the glass and arched into him. “Sweetheart, you're killing me. This bra has got to go.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes smoldering now. He popped the hooks on the bra and tossed it over to the table. Her luscious breasts spilled into his hands. She moaned as he fondled her breasts, nipples getting hard from his touch. He ground into her ass, stroking her nipples and kissing her back. She turned around and he grabbed her ass, sitting her on the small ledge. He caught her nipple in his mouth and she grabbed his hair in pleasure. He rocked his hips into hers, only whisper thin panties and his pants separating them. His hand slid up her thigh. He pulled back and watched her face, gauging her reaction. She was breathing hard, her hair coming loose and her skin was flushed and dewy.
“Touch me, Jeremy.” He groaned and went back to laving his tongue on her breasts. Sliding slowly higher, he stroked the lace of her panties. She moaned in frustration. “Touch me, Jeremy.” She was breathless and her underwear was soaking wet. He pulled her off the ledge. She whimpered.
“Hold on, Baby.” He led her to the table. He quickly pushed everything off the table, the cacophony of breaking dishes and the candles sputtering out exciting her more. The twinkling of the white lights made it intimate and sexy. “Come here,” he ordered. He pulled her to him and ran his hands under her skirt, catching her panties with a finger and sliding them down. Crouching, he ran the scrap of material down her shaking legs. “Are you sure you want this, Sasha?”
“Oh, God, yes.” She moaned, lifting each leg to take the panties off. He tossed them to the side. Sliding his hands up her legs as he rose, he grabbed her by the ass and lay her on the table. He pushed the skirt up and opened her legs wide.
He leaned over her and licked her nipples. She sat up and rested on her elbows. He kissed her lips and whispered, “I want to make you feel incredible.”
She whispered back, “I already do.” His hand snaked between them to glide over her breathtakingly wet core. She arched into his hand, crying out. “Ohhhh.. That feels unbelievable.”
He bit her nipple gently. “Yes, Baby, you do.” He toyed with her clit, listening to her mewing and moaning. He kept suckling her breasts and kissing her stomach. He could tell she was getting unbearably close to orgasm. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, suckling and licking her clit until she screamed in orgasm. He suckled and licked as he felt her come down off the high in waves. He pressed a kiss to her core and another to her thigh. It was as far as he would