The second his lips are on mine, I feel my knees go all jelly-like. And when his hand then finds my breasts, oh god, I think my common sense takes a leave of absence.

All I can think about is his massive cock in me, and maybe even—no, we haven’t agreed to anything yet.

Stop thinking, I tell myself and try to rally my thoughts.

In the dim darkness of my now empty brain, I take note of a door opening and closing again. Should I worry?

Where were we again?

Thoughts are trying to push through the fog of desire, lust, and animalistic passion, which have taken up residence in my head, but it’s no use.

“Rose,” Daniel whispers into my ear, and his warm breath sends little shivers all through my body.

Birthday. Party. House.

Random words poke in and out of my mind.

By now, one of his hands is under my skirt. I can feel his index finger pressing against my clit.

“Oh, Daniel,” I moan and let my hands run down his back. My hips press forward into him.

I shift my weight a little and knock into something in the process. The resulting smash and liquid on my legs interrupts what we’re doing.

“Shit,” I mumble and peel myself off Daniel.

The glass I’ve taken out of his hands only minutes before seems to have fallen off the little table I put it on and smashed into millions of pieces.

“I better get this.”

I run my hand through my hair and head into the kitchen. Flames flicker in me, and it’s difficult to concentrate.

I see him standing there.

On my hands and knees, I’m level with his cock. I lick my lips. Almost of their own accord, my knees scoot forward a little so I’m within tongue’s reach of his delicious cock. If I then unzip his pants…

Ouch.

I think my bare skin found glass. The pain momentarily distracts me.

With a sigh, I start sweeping up the broken glass. In the sparse light, it’s difficult to see if I’ve got all of it, but I decide it will have to do.

Quickly, I take dustpan, broom, and broken glass into the kitchen. I hear Daniel follow me. I don’t turn on the light.

Moonlight filters in through the kitchen window. The big outside lanterns also seep in.

Slowly, I turn toward Daniel, who’s standing so close behind me I can feel his breath on my neck.

For a second, we stare at each other. Each and every fiber in my being is lusting after this man.

I want to feel his fingers in me. I want to feel his cock in me. I want to ride it, and I want to stop thinking.

He’s coming toward me.

“Now, where were we?”

Before I can respond, his strong hands grab me and pull me into him.

Again, his mouth forces itself onto mine. He demands entry, and I strain toward him. My hands find his neck and hair.

I pull him closer to me. As his hips press into me, I can feel his magnificent cock straining to break through his pants. My right hand drops, and I place it over the bulge. Even through the material, I can feel him pulsing.

“We should…” I try to pull away from him. But he doesn’t let me go.

“You’re right,” he murmurs into my hair. His fingers have found my pussy again.

My back’s pushed against the kitchen counter. I’m arching my lower back, and my head’s touching the shelving.

The man really knows how to push my buttons. Right now, his finger is gently pushing all the way into my already dripping pussy before he pulls it out again ever so slowly.

Then he holds his wet finger in front of his face and licks it. The action is full of eroticism. I feel a shiver run through me.

In my hand, his cock is about to explode.

“I think we should make a drink and put some of these juices to use.” Daniel grins.

My own eyes widen.

It was fun and games to kiss and fool around, but we can’t have full-on sex in the kitchen of my parents’ house.

Panic rises in me. The door opens again; someone calls someone’s name. I hold my breath, and the door slams shut again.

“Relax, kitten.” Daniel’s eyes glint in the dim light. “How about a virgin margarita with a special touch?”

Am I hearing him right? Before I can respond, Daniel moves about the kitchen. It seems to take him less than a minute to return to where I’m still standing with the ingredients for a cocktail.

With one hand, he mixes, and with the other he goes back to taking care of my pussy. At first, I’m a little distracted by the blender, but when his finger is all the way in my pussy and he curls it up to rub against my sweet spot, any last hesitation goes out the window.

“Oh, Daniel,” I moan and open his trousers.

With his cocktail obviously done, he uses his other hand now to open my top and expose my breasts. As he frees them from their prison, they bounce up and down a little in anticipation of being touched.

But Daniel doesn’t use his free hand to torture my nipples with pinching and pulling. He takes an ice cube and rolls it around my nipple and fleshy breast.

The icy sensation sends flames of fire ripping through me. Oh god, I would never have thought such a simple thing could have such a powerful reaction.

I push my chest toward him.

At the same time, his finger is moving in and out of my pussy. His thumb is pushing against my clit, rubbing a little from side to side.

There’s another noise—footsteps. I tense a little, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m totally paralyzed with pleasure. It seems as if they’re getting louder. And then just as I fear they’re coming into the kitchen, they turn away.

My heart is beating wildly in my chest. The feeling of being discovered any second in my mom’s kitchen with my breasts exposed and Daniel’s finger in my pussy seems to only heighten my pleasure.

Slowly, the world is losing focus around me as my head is filled with clouded lust.

I barely register Daniel dipping his finger into the icy margarita mixture and dripping some onto my very hard nipples. When he lowers his mouth over them to suck off the delicious drink, I think I might actually pass out.

Trying not to scream out loud in pleasure and have the whole family come running, I squeeze his dick a little harder. In response, I feel his teeth bite harder on my nipples.

Then he pulls away again to drip more of the cocktail on me.

He repeats this a few times, and the way my body is shivering, I know it won’t be long before I come.

It feels a little wild and crazy, and I try not to think about the fact this is the place where for many, many years I used to watch Mom cook. Did she and Dad ever—

Oh my god, no, stop. I don’t even want to think about my parents having sex.

Eww.

Daniel has increased his intensity with his fingers. I think he may even have two or three pushing into me as hard and fast as he can.

My own hand is trying very hard to rub and squeeze his massive cock and balls. I roll them through my hands and knead them like dough.

When I come suddenly, I come with an almighty spasm. The walls of my pussy grab onto Daniel’s fingers and don’t want to let them go. Explosions and fireworks rip through me, and for a while, I feel as if I’m floating on clouds.

My breathing is short and shallow.

Eventually, Daniel pulls out his fingers. They’re covered in my juices.

Mesmerized, I watch him take one of the glasses he got ready before and smear my cum around the rim of the glass.

He repeats this with the other glass before pouring his cocktail into them.

With glowing eyes, he hands me one of the glasses.

“Cheers.” He smirks and takes a drink.

I follow. For the first time ever, I taste my own juices mixed in with the delicious flavor of a margarita.

“Now then.” He leans into me again. “Where did you say your bedroom is?”

Like a giggling teenager, I grab his hand and pull him out of the kitchen. I don’t bother to do up my top—any second I’ll rip it off anyway.

When I close the bedroom door and lock it for good measure, it’s Daniel who does the ripping—first his own shirt and then mine.