Free Glazed by Ranae Rose

in this!” she said, indicating the sweater she’d paired with her most flattering jeans. It was a cute outfit, but not a ‘some place special’ ensemble.
     
    He shrugged. “You look great. Besides, I’m more interested in what’s underneath.” He reached out, grinning, to slip a few fingers beneath the hem of her sweater and rub the curve of her hipbone suggestively.
     
    She shuddered as a pleasant chill raced down her spine and her excitement abruptly began to refocus, turning now toward Derek. Memories of their lovemaking had been playing through her mind since it’d happened two days ago, causing her to go weak in the knees at random intervals. Only her preoccupation with the good news from the bank had kept her from throwing herself at him as soon as he’d walked in this evening. Now, she pressed herself suddenly against him again, desperate to feel his body against hers. “Is that right?” This time, she’d gone all out ‘underneath’. She hadn’t planned on letting him catch an eyeful until after dinner, but now… She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it to the floor, seized by sudden impulse. She was going to take it off anyway to change – why not let him have a peek?
     
    His jaw dropped, his dark eyes widening appreciatively.
     
    “You like it?” she asked, pressing herself against him again so her breasts rubbed his chest, barely covered by the thin black lace cups of her bra. Her nipples were clearly visible through the delicate material, already hardening against him. He was looking too, and doing a little stiffening of his own.
     
    He breathed hard against her hair, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her close enough that she could feel his considerable appreciation. “Like it? That’d be an understatement.”
     
    She shifted against him, rubbing her belly against his swollen cock.
     
    He groaned. “Are you just teasing me? Because if so, you’re a cruel woman.”
     
    Her breath caught in her throat as he pushed back against her, flexing his hips in response to her motion. At first she’d only meant to give him a look to whet his appetite, but now…
     
    “They’re going to kick me out of the restaurant when I lay you across the table,” he breathed, adding “if I even make it there,” as an afterthought.
     
    “You won’t,” she replied, reaching down to grasp his cock through his jeans.
     
    He pressed a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit through the denim. “Is that an invitation?”
     
    She squeezed him in reply, reaching below to cup his balls as she did so.
     
    He lifted her suddenly and she wrapped her legs around his waist, letting his erection rub against her crotch, pressing the seam of her jeans against her clit. He nipped her earlobe and began to move, carrying her, though not toward the bedroom as she’d expected. She was just about to ask where he was taking her when he lowered her onto a smooth oaken surface – the kitchen table. Her core tingled and tightened as he lay her across it, reaching down to unbutton first her jeans, and then his own. “How sturdy is this thing?” he asked as he pulled her pants down over her ankles, casting an appraising glance at each of the table’s four legs in turn.
     
    “Sturdy enough,” she gasped. Hopefully that was true – no way was she going to stop him.
     
    “Damn,” he breathed, getting an eyeful of the black lace panties she was wearing, a perfect match with her bra.
     
    She smiled in satisfaction, watching the way his eyes roved over the sparse lace that revealed more than it covered what lay beneath. Before she knew it he’d planted a hand on each of her hips and was turning her over.
     
    “What are you doing?” she asked as he rolled her onto her belly.
     
    “Checking out the view from back here,” he said, sliding a finger beneath the thong string.
     
    Her cheeks flushed with heat – half from arousal and half from self-consciousness. “Great. Just what you