The food arrived. We sat at the table and she looked like she couldn’t believe the message inside her fortune cookie.

She read it out reluctantly and I sniggered. Then I broke open my cookie and it was her turn to laugh.

It made me smile to see her laugh. It kinda set the tone for the rest of dinner. We were both relaxed and the conversation was easy and spontaneous as we got to know one another. She was snarky and smart and I like that in a woman. There was always that sexual tension between us, but it was simmering below the belt. By the time dinner was over, I was buzzing just from her company. She moved and her dress rode up her thighs. She reached to pull it down, but my hands curled around hers.

“I was enjoying the view, sexy,” I drawled, slow and soft.

She licked her lips nervously, but she allowed me to put her hands away.

“Show me,” I whispered.

“What?” she whispered back, her blue eyes wide.

“Your sweet little pussy. I’ve been smelling it all night. It’s time I had a taste. Stand up and show it to me.”

Her lips parted. I’d watched her suck noodles through those plump lips without reacting, but now liquid fire rushed through my body. God, I seriously wanted this woman. I craved her flesh the way an addict craves his drug. I needed to strip her clothes off and drink from her sweet pussy.

She pushed back her chair and stood. I turned sideways and pulled her so she was standing between my legs. She looked down at me. I reached under her dress. Her skin was warm and silky.

“You’re trembling,” I murmured.

Her cheeks became pink.

“What are you scared of, baby? You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

She bit her lip and looked like she didn’t believe me.

“You want this, don’t you?”

She nodded and I smiled a little. My fingers reached the lacy rim of her little panties. I hooked them into the waistband and slid them down her legs. The scrap of material pooled around her shoes. Using my other hand, I swept all the plates and leftover food away from us.

“Put your ass on the edge of the table and lie back for me, baby,” I instructed. She hesitated a second before obeying. I pushed her dress up and spread her legs until I had a perfect view of her freshly shaven pussy. It was pink and so sweet I wanted to cry. She lifted her head, saw the way I was looking at her pussy and became even redder. My cock was so hard it hurt. Her scent filled my nostrils and made my mouth water. I never wanted to eat out a pussy so badly in my life.

“Damn, girl, you’re so wet.” My voice was hoarse and thick. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue along her pretty slit for a quick lick. Her juices flowed on my tongue. Fuck, I knew she’d taste good, but she tasted like a slice of fucking heaven.

She moaned and lay quietly while I licked her pussy again. And again. Pussy juice coated my tongue and ran down my throat. Her little cunt gaped for me and I dipped my tongue into it. She jerked her hips towards my mouth, desperate and seeking. Her hands came and clawed through my hair.

I sucked her clit into her mouth and I felt her tense up.

“Oh, Max,” she groaned and ground her pussy against my mouth.

I carried on sucking until her pussy started to pop, and her cum rolled down my chin.

“I’m coming,” she panted. I grabbed her ass cheeks and kept on sucking as her whole body bowed as she came hard in my mouth. I continued to lick her pussy long after she came, just enjoying the taste of her. She was breathing hard when I gave her one last kiss and lifted my head. She got onto her elbow.

“Wow,” she whispered, her eyes hooded.

“I want to see your tits.” I watched her sit up and take her dress off. Her bra had a fastening in the front and when she flicked it, her breasts sprang loose. That was some rack she had, swollen and heavy with rosy tips. They bounced and begged me to suck them. My stomach clenched, and my erection felt hot and thick in my pants.

Mimi Young, the object of too many fantasies, was naked on my dining table. The number of times I had stroked myself to release thinking of her was too many to count.

I looked at her hungrily. I cupped a breast, felt its delicious weight in my hand. Then I rolled the hard nipple back and forth between my fingers until she groaned, and her body arched. I liked looking at her body completely exposed. I stared at her and experienced a strange sensation. One I’d never had before. Possessiveness blazed inside me.

This was my woman. She was mine and only mine. God help any man who even fucking looked at her.

I leaned forward and bit her nipple. She drew in a startled breath sharply then groaned low—the sound was erotic and primitive. I sucked it hard, and she shivered helplessly. The more I sucked the more she writhed and whimpered like an animal. The sounds she uttered made me feel wild and strangely out of control. She rubbed her open pussy against my clothed shaft. It felt so damn good I nearly came right there. Every nerve, every cell screamed out for me to slam into her. At that moment nothing mattered, except her. Her body. Her mouth. Her pussy. Her cries of pleasure. She was my only reality.

She tore at my shirt, buttons pinging. Her fingers looked pale nestled in my chest hair.

‘Oh, yes, Mimi. Oh, yes,’ I encouraged.

She began to undo my belt. Her fingers were frantic. All I could think of was the lust I felt for her. I felt as if only she could give me the satisfaction I craved. As if what I would get from her would put every other experience I had had into the shade. My fingers moved in and out of her, maddening her. She unzipped my pants and pulled at my boxers. I couldn’t wait to get inside her. Suddenly, my cock was in her hands. She gripped me by the base. A groan rumbled in my chest.

‘God! You’re so beautiful,’ she whispered in awe.