My knees went weak when he took my hand. My legs trembled when he raised me up. But when his lips fell to mine, I collapsed. I couldn’t take it. There was something about Clay that weakened all resolve within me. His tongue slid slowly against the slit of my lips, and I parted them as if he owned me. His arms caught me in their strong embrace. I gripped his shirt, fisting it and pulling him closer.

Then, his hands ran along the globes of my ass.

He lifted me up, and it was game over. He picked me up as if I weighed fucking nothing. He slipped his hand across the kitchen table, crashing the wine and the glasses to the ground. The glass shattering backdropped my moans. My hips rolled as he slid his hand underneath my shirt. He cupped my clothed tits, my excess spilling from the tops of the cups.

I couldn’t get enough of him.

My shirt came off, and so did his. I pushed his pants to his ankles with my feet before he slid mine off with his fingertips. Our clothes piled on the kitchen floor on top of the broken glass and wine, and not another thought was given to them.

“Holy hell, you’re gorgeous,” Clay murmured.

His words brought tears to my eyes as he nibbled my neck. We climbed onto the kitchen table, my body helpless underneath his. Never in my life had I fully exposed myself to any man. I always kept clothes on to make myself feel safe. Clay was the first man that had ever seen me naked, head to toe. And he kissed every swell of my body. His tongue traced the stretch marks on my stomach. His hands fisted my hips as he kissed down my thighs. I gripped his hair, feeling him slip my legs over his shoulders as he knelt down onto the table.

Then, his arms wrapped around my thighs.

“Clay, what are you—oh!”

My ass came off the table. My lower back rose. My legs hooked around Clay’s neck as his arms held my thighs tightly. My shoulders stayed connected with the table as he lifted my lower body to his mouth. His muscles twitched and flexed for my viewing pleasure. His tongue lapped at my dripping slit. I was trapped, hovering between being suspended and being pinned to the kitchen table.

My hands wrapped around the edges of the furniture we were on as Clay dove between my pussy lips.

“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Ira.”

“Clay. Don’t stop. Right there. Fuck. Yes. Shit.”

“I love your sounds. Don’t you dare hold them back,” he growled.

He puckered his lips around my clit and sucked. His tongue flicked over it expertly, making my legs trembling. I whimpered at his assault. My body shivered with electricity that ran through my veins. He lapped up my juices as they coated my pussy lips, and I felt the whole of me give way to him. My tits bounced against my chin. My stomach contracted and pulsed as my pleasure approached. I clenched my thighs around his face, quivering as my broken words got choked off in my throat.

“Clay—I’m—coming—I—yes—”

My shoulders arched off the table as Clay held his tongue against my clit. I rolled my hips up into his face as he held me steady, halfway suspended in the air with his muscles. My eyes rolled back into my head so far I gave myself a headache. And as he slowly settled me back down onto the table, I felt as if I were soaring.

I gasped for breath as Clay pressed kisses into my stomach, my love handles, my breasts, my neck.

Then, his lips made their way to my ear.

“Did that feel like I regretted anything?” he murmured.

I only had the energy to shake my head no.

“Well, just in case you’re still questioning it…”

I felt him spread my legs as he settled between them.

“Let me give you a round two,” he said.

Fireworks shot off behind my eyes as he filled my body with his cock. I clung to him and met him thrust for thrust. Our lips collided in sloppy kisses, and I raked my teeth along his lower lip. I listened to him grunt, groan, growl for me as my name fell from his lips.

“Ira. Damn it. So good. Fuck, Ira.”

It was music to my ears.

His cock twitched against my walls as I felt myself climb that mountain again. He stroked me perfectly as the table bobbed and weaved underneath our bodies. I clung to every inch of his muscles. I dug my nails into the pebbled rocks of his back. I kissed his neck, nibbled on his shoulders, then kissed his ear as he pounded into me.

“So close. So close. Come with me, Ira. Do it.”

I gave in to his command.

His girth throbbed against my walls. I milked him for all he had. He filled me to the brim with him release before it seeped out, dripping down my ass crack. I collapsed onto the table, the room spinning as fire burned through my bones. Clay reached down and captured my lips again, softly, sensually, while his cock continued to fill me until his balls were fully emptied.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

Clay nuzzled my neck before slowly easing himself down on top of me.

“What in the world are we going to do when we go back into work tomorrow?” I asked breathlessly.

Clay chuckled against my skin. “Well, I’ve got some decisions I have to make tomorrow. But I know one thing is for certain.”

“What’s that?”

He planted his hands into the table and rose up, looking me straight in my eyes, gracing me with his light blue stare that was glossed over with the haze of ecstasy.

A look I put in his eyes.

“You could never be anything I’d ever regret,” he said.

And I felt myself blush deeply at his words.