I push away from the table and walk behind her. She faces forward, but tilts her head, exposing her neck. I brush her hair off to the side and lay my hands firmly on her shoulders. The thin strip of the straps of her dress are the only barrier between us. When our skin touches, a flurry of goose bumps race across her skin. She shivers beneath my touch and I can feel it in my cock. I harden immediately, my length swelling against my jeans.

I have to play this right. She’s not another woman in my life that I won’t care if I see tomorrow or not. She’s the woman in my life.

"I want you,” I breathe, watching her react.

She turns her head and looks at me with a glimmer in her eye, the one I love so much normally but right now—it’s even brighter. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, giving me a little grin.

I let my fingertips stroke the skin along the ridge of her shoulder. “I want you. All of you, Alison. I want the whole thing.”

She looks across the space and takes in the ambiance I carefully constructed for her. I wanted her to feel special, to feel like I took the time to impress her. It was an odd feeling, wanting to impress a woman. I don’t recall ever doing it before.

“I want you too,” she says finally, a seductive smile planting across her gorgeous lips. She glances down at my cock before meeting my eyes again. “All of you.”

I roll my hands down the front of her shoulders and let them dip into the front of her dress. The smooth fabric on top and silky skin below are fucking heaven.

"Ah," she moans, resting her head against my right arm. Her breasts overflow my hands, the voluptuousness driving me absolutely wild.

I trail lazy kisses from behind her ear down her neck. She's so delicate that I push away the thoughts of what this moment could do to this strong, yet fragile, girl. What the aftermath could be if something goes wrong.

Her gasps obliterate any thoughts other than the feel of her under my fingers.

"What are you doing to me?" she whispers, her voice filled with as much need as is coursing through my body.

I press my lips against her neck, right beneath her ear. "Exactly what you thought I was going to do you. What you were picturing in your mind when you agreed to be mine."

Alison shudders beneath my touch as I roll one of her nipples between my fingers. She turns her head to face me and I capture her mouth with mine. She moans into my mouth, and the sound reverberates through me. I feel it through every inch of my body, increasing the frantic need to be inside of her.

Our tongues dance together, a frenzied movement that takes advantage of all the times we've denied ourselves. She's intoxicating, the taste of wine fresh on her tongue. I pull my hands to her face, cupping each cheek, my fingers pressing into her skin, as I deepen the kiss.

She stands, the chair crashing to the floor behind us. The things on the table shake, some fall over, as she bumps it with her hip to angle towards me. Her hands slide up my neck, down my back, touching as much of me as she can. Her touch leaves a fire in its path, my skin burning from her touch.

It's the most intense feeling I've ever had. Everything is intensified to a level I've never felt before.

I cup her ass in my hands, squeeze, and nearly come apart as she pops her hips and works her tongue against mine. I lift her swiftly, her eyes flying open. She never breaks the kiss as I sit her on the table a couple of steps away from her plate.

Alison's lips pull at mine as I suspend the kiss. Her breathing is ragged, matching my own, as I run my fingertips up her arms. She peeks at me through her long lashes and waits for me to make my next move.

I really just want to burst into her and feel her body wrap around mine. I want to enjoy it, make it a memory worth having.

She's so fucking beautiful.

My fingertips reach the straps of her dress, and I lift them with the pads of my fingers. I slide them down her arms until the top of her dress is pooled at her waist. She’s facing me wearing nothing but a red lace bra. I can make out her nipples through the lace and it puts me over the edge.

"You waiting on something?" she asks, her voice shaky.

A low chuckle escapes my throat as I close the half step distance between us. She bites her lip as I come forward. Lifting her ample breasts out of her bra, I let them sit on top, the nipples in stiff peaks pointing right at me.

So fucking perfect.

I take one into my mouth, rolling her nipple with my tongue. She yelps in pleasure, grabbing my hair and pressing my face into her harder. I nip and suck, feeling her smooth skin fill my mouth. My other hand goes to the other, palming it, feeling the weight of its fullness.

"Barrett," she moans, spreading her legs apart. Her head is tipped back, her hair spreading out behind her. It's the purest, most erotic display.

"Lay back," I command, standing in front of her. She raises her eyebrows and I subtly shake my head. "Back, Alison."

Lowering herself flat on the table, her quick breaths echo through the night. Her breasts bounce with each movement and my cock throbs so hard it's painful.

I lift one of her legs, her dress rolling up her thighs. Her pussy glimmers with wetness, completely uncovered.

I press a kiss against the inside of her ankle, and she jerks at the contact. I wrap my hand harder around her foot, pressing another kiss, and she doesn't move.

"Good girl," I whisper. I lick a light trail from her ankle to the bend in her leg, stopping to take a deep breath of her scent. The vanilla is mixed with a heady musky scent. I force a swallow, but my throat is tight. My entire body, every fucking piece of me, needs a release.

Licking my way up her thigh, her leg trembles under my touch. I flatten my tongue as I reach the top, slowing my journey to the apex of her thighs. Moving my hands to her waist, I knock back her dress so that it’s bunched up just below her chest. I could remove it altogether and consider that, but I don't want to wait.

I can't.

My tongue slides from the top of her leg to her pussy, wet and waiting for me. I don't hesitate, don't stutter, as my tongue sinks deep inside her.

She cries out, her arms reaching for the table on either side of her head. The fruit tray topples over. Grapes, berries, and oranges roll past me and onto the floor.

I suck her clit into my mouth, biting lightly on the swollen bud. She arches her hips, and I slide my tongue back down to her opening and bury my face between her legs.

Her body riots, releasing all over me, and I lap it up. She trembles beneath my hands, her pussy gripping my tongue.

A bundle of grapes sits by my hand near her waist and I grab them. I pull back for a split second, remove a few of the fruits from the stem, then roll one of the grapes around her clit. She shudders, trying to pull away. I place a hand on her navel, warning her not to move. She lifts her head and looks at me over the round tops of her breasts. She tries to smile, but before she can, I slide a grape inside her.

"Ah!" Her head collapses to the table again. I push another, then a third, grape inside of her. She's so wet, so ready that they go inside easily. "Barrett!"

Nudging her legs open further, I slide one finger inside. The grapes are cool against the warmth of her skin. I move them with my finger, feeling them jostle inside.

"My God!"

Working her clit with another finger, I slide it down until it dips inside her too. She moans loudly, arching her back again. My cock struggles against my jeans, ready to fucking explode.

I watch as my fingers work inside her, sliding them in and out, feeling one grape burst. The juice rolls out of her and down my wrist.

I press harder this time, working the second grape to the side until it, too, pops. Alison is mumbling, thrashing, trying to grab at my hands with hers. Knowing that it's me doing this to her, it's me that's got her worked into such a frenzy, it's me that has her begging for my cock in that seductive voice is nearly unbearable.

Popping the final grape, I remove my fingers to a loud gasp from her. I lower my head to her pussy and lick her with the flat of my tongue. The contact has her moaning, gasping, pressing my face into her with her hands. I suck the juice that trickles from her opening before allowing her to pull my face up to meet hers.

She half sits as she holds my gaze for a second before kissing me for all she's worth. Her tongue dips into my mouth, taking me by surprise. When she pulls back, she's barely breathing.

"I want you.” Her voice is ragged, dripping with desire. "I want your cock now, Barrett."

Her hands are digging at my zipper as I'm undoing the button and simultaneously grabbing a condom from my pocket. Once my pants are on the floor around my feet, she spreads her legs and works her ass to the edge of the table. I step forward, rolling the condom down my length. Her hands slide around my waist, her fingernails digging into my ass.

"Now," she whispers and I slide easily inside her.

"Fuck!" I cry, the slippery wetness allowing me all the way inside. She clenches around me, her body fitting snugly around my length.

My eyes are closed, enjoying the feeling as I slide gently out and back in, feeling every inch of her warmth as I move. She kisses me again, tenderly this time, her full lips parting my own. Before pulling back, she bites my bottom lip, bringing me out of the fog.

Quickening my pace, I push my hands beneath her. I squeeze her cheeks and find a rhythm. The slapping of our skin, the wetness coating my cock and groin, her breasts bouncing against me are more than I even dreamed. Still, I need more, to put my stamp on every part of her body.

I hook her legs around my arms and lift her up so I can bury myself deeper in her pussy. Her body spasms around mine, her orgasm building again. She’ll get off again before I find mine.

My cock slides up and across her clit. That's all it takes. She constricts around me again and I let myself go.

Pushing as far into her as I can, I watch her face as my body explodes in every way imaginable. My legs shake. My hands tremble as I hold on to her hips. My head feels like it's going to blow off my body as the culmination of the entire night, the entire last few nights, comes to a point.

I rest her back on the table and look into her eyes.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yes," she exhales. She untangles her body from mine and sweeps her hair off to one side. She gives me a soft smile that only makes me want to sweep her lips up again with mine. So I do.

"I think I need to clean up,” she whispers as she pulls away.

"There's a restroom behind the fireplace." I help her off the table, fighting the urge to pull her into me instead.

She glances up at me through her thick lashes, her cheeks still blazing from the thorough fucking moments earlier.

I can only watch her go. I'm not sure what the hell just happened. I am sure I'm probably fucked in a lot more ways than one.