the table. It was her table, after all.
Will smiled as he caught on. He came even more alive, stripping her ritualistically and tossing her jeans across the room. She sat up, now in her bra and panties, draped with an unbuttoned shirt, and skimmed off his shirt. Will had such an amazing physique. Every muscle absolutely chiseled and cut to perfection with a religious workout regimen. His body was as hard as the black walnut wood Laura was perched on. She stroked his belly and he shivered.
She unfastened his pants, feasting on his sweet mouth as she did. And when he was sufficiently free, she wantonly got on all fours and crawled up onto the table. Will did a quick check underneath the table to see if it would hold. He leaned over and took hold of her thighs. He carefully slid her towards him so as not to wreck her form. Laura lowered her upper body so that her bottom flexed and jutted up for him to take. She could not see what he was doing but she surely felt it.
He bent down and nibbled the soft sensitive spot where her buttocks met the back of her thighs. He used his tongue, delving into the hot and steamy cleft of her body. He plunged into her with both fingers and tongue. Laura’s plan deliciously backfired on her. She had meant to tease and excite him, and instead she was being tortured blissfully.
Laura moaned, splaying her thighs so she could lay even closer to the tabletop, positioning her to be able to crane around and look at him. “Will,” she whispered. “Will.” He looked up from his carnal work. “Come around to this side of the table.”
He clumsily made his way around to the other side, hindered by a throbbing erection. She gripped the edge of the table and hoisted herself so her upper body was slightly over the side, and put her mouth on him. He arched over her and braced himself with his hands, flat on the surface.
The position was awesome for her because it gave her great range of motion. She could tell that the idea alone had enormous aphrodisiacal powers on him. He leaned to the side so she could better access. Laura worked rigorously. She reached between his legs and fondled him. He let her know when it was far enough. Will gently, but most definitely gripped her hair. He spun her around. She lifted her legs straight up into the air and V-ed them. He supported them with his powerful hands and plunged deeply inside of her.
She was trying so hard to be patient, prolonging the sheer pleasure of his sweet friction within her. Their chemistry, the way their bodies fit and hit in all the perfect places, made orgasm most definite. She strained against him trying to resist the urge to make it happen until she could stand it no more. Laura stroked the wet and salty flesh between her legs for his viewing pleasure.
Will worked her thighs in an out rhythmically as he pistoned in and out of her. Both of them hit climax at the same time. Will arched his back causing him to drive more deeply into her. She lowered her legs so she could wrap them around him and hold him until their ecstasy peaked and ebbed. It was the most incredible feeling for her to pulse on him. Both of them driven to keep moving but the rapture of the moment was virtually paralyzing. It was tough to move but tough to not experience those last spasms of bliss.
Laura sat up and kiss Will who was half doped with the heat of sex. They stayed connected for as long as they could until she finally hopped off the table. Laura scurried to her bedroom to the master bath to quickly freshen up and put on a sexy night shirt before returning to the scene of their passion. Will emerged from the guest bath dressed.
Laura cleared the plates and gathered her clothes strewn in the heat of the moment. Will built a fire in the living room fireplace. He sat before the hearth on the rug and invited her to join him. She sat with his arm around her, her head tucked on his shoulder.
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