Standing at the head of the table where her legs dangle off the edge, I push her thighs apart. One of them bumps into a dish, but nothing spills or falls. I take in the scent of her arousal before positioning myself at her crotch.

“Ah!” she exclaims in surprise when I press my tongue to her clit.

Slowly, I lick the flesh around her swollen bud before teasing it with the tip of my tongue. She releases a wispy moan. Over and over, I taste her, feeling desire throbbing in my groin with each passing second. Gradually, I apply myself to the spot that seems the most receptive at the moment. By the increased urgency in her groans, I can tell her climax is nearing. Her body tenses as she seeks the finish line, which I will let her cross. Just not this second.

Straightening, I shed my clothes.

“Your timing is…impeccable,” she murmurs beneath the pajamas.

“Yeah?”

“I was so close to coming again.”

“Good.” I rip open a condom I had grabbed earlier and roll it onto my cock.

“You have something against me coming?”

“It’s called edging,” I explain.

She doesn’t respond right away. I climb onto the table. I can still smell the scent of her on my lips, which makes my cock pulse with desire.

“How many more times are you going to go through with this edging?” she asks.

“How many more can you take?”

“Zero.”

I chuckle before I brace myself over her body and rub the tip of my shaft along her clit. Her groan is deep and long.

“Please let me come this time,” she pleads.

“How badly do you want to?”

“Really, really bad.”

I agitate my cock faster against her clit, making her writhe and gasp.

“Bad enough to go to Phuket?”

She stills for a second. I let my cock slide down to her opening and press against it. She moans. After pushing a few inches into her and withdrawing, I repeat my question.

“I guess,” she murmurs.

“Good. So you’ll make it happen.” I push into her, a little deeper this time.

“I’ll try.”

I agitate my cock over her clitoris and urethral opening. “That attitude isn’t good enough.”

She gasps and squirms. “I’ll try my best!”

“Make it happen.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll make it happen!”

I plunge myself into her. Holy crap. Her heat embracing my cock feels fucking incredible. I start thrusting. The table isn’t the most comfortable place to have sex, but I want her so bad, there’s no way I’m moving us.

“You better be telling the truth,” I say, slamming into her for emphasis.

She cries out. “Yes, yes!”

I roll my hips and find the angle that sends her over the edge. She trembles from head to toe, her pussy pulses about my cock. Not wanting to hold back any longer, I drive myself into her until I come, my hips pumping on their own as I feel euphoria wash over me. We lay on the table, our bodies still joined, my cock throbbing inside her, for several minutes before I pull the pajama top down over her face.