I should be embarrassed, my butt is right in his face, but he drags his nose up from my knee to my inner thigh inhaling. I nearly fall over when he makes a growl like noise in the back of his throat. I’m so wet, if I squeezed my legs together, it would coat my inner thighs. He delivers one slow lick from my opening up to my clit before standing up behind me. “Ah, you look so beautiful, baby, so wet and swollen for me.” He runs one finger along my slit, starting at my clit. When he reaches my opening, he dips in slowly. Pulling back out, he continues all the way back to my bottom, spreading the moisture he collected. “I can’t wait to fuck you here, baby.” I writhe against him, nervous and excited. “Look at you, already eager. You’ll love how it feels when my cock is buried deep in your ass.” He turns me back around, and I look down at his jutting cock, wondering if he’ll let me taste him. “I know what you’re thinking, baby. Later, yeah. I need to show you what’s so special about this.”

He rubs the countertop. Grabbing my waist, he lifts me again so I’m perched on the ledge, spreading my legs to step up between them. He pulls out two drawers, but they’re not drawers at all. I wonder what other surprises this thing holds? He places one foot on each platform. When my foot hits the soft material, it drops down an inch, locking the platform in place so it can no longer slide in or out. He widens my legs out as far as they can go. My heels are close to my butt, and they sink a little deeper into the fabric, letting my legs butterfly out.

“It’s even better than I imagined,” he muses.

He drops down on his knees, and his face is level with my pussy. He smirks up at me then licks me once again from bottom to top. “You like your closet, baby?” he asks smugly while looking right at me.

“Yes Masen, I love my closet,” I rasp.

Masen does things with his mouth that should be illegal. First, he shoves his tongue inside me and hums, in and out, shallow thrusts all the while making noises that make his tongue almost vibrate. When I come, he moves up to my clit, licking, sucking, and eventually biting. Coming again, I plead for him to stop, then beg him for more. When he shoves his finger inside me and says “again,” he fucks me with his fingers and licks me. Masen stops his movements and tells me, “Watch, watch me give you what no one else has gotten from me since the night I meet you,” he purrs. “I couldn’t wait to taste you. Now watch me make you come.” I do. It’s only seconds after he’s done talking I scream out his name.

Masen stands and looks down at me puddled on the counter and smiles, he’s so satisfied with himself. As he should be, that was unbelievable. When he enters me in one long, slow thrust, my back arches.