I had to use superhuman strength to pull away. When I did, I fastened the other end of the scarf to the leg of the table. I crawled on the table and straddled him. Amusement and lust colored his handsome face. I traced his face with both of my hands and lingered on his bottom lip with my thumb. I slipped it into his mouth as he smiled around it and then sucked it.

This man’s face when he was doing something sexy would be my mind's wallpaper forever.

“Are you okay with this?” I had to offer him the same courtesy he did me.

“Please.”

That was all he had to say. I made sure to unbutton his pants slowly. I slid them down and was faced with his erection. I missed it. I gave it a kiss on the tip and was rewarded with a grind.

I started my kisses just on the inside of his knee, making sure my breasts brushed his skin as I worked my way up. I took a pause to envelop his dick in my breasts and start licking the head.

The grind picked up. I cupped his balls gently and ran my fingertips along the sensitive parts there. He started cursing. The bottle he had used for me was still on the table. There wasn’t much left, but I tipped it over him. The slow trickle was mesmerizing, and I challenged myself to keep every drop on his shaft.

I knew I had had my orgasm a few times over, and I wanted him to be inside me for his.

The condoms he had brought over when he grabbed the champagne were sitting on the buffet just an arm’s reach away, near his head. I worked my way up and was pleased to see his eyes had briefly rolled backward from pleasure. I could have slid off the table to secure the protection, but instead, I made a game of straddling him as much as I could until my knees were on either side of his head. While I reached for the condom, Austin’s tongue tasted me again, in and out, in and out.

I forced myself to leave his talented mouth so I could give him the pleasure he needed as well. I shimmied back down his body until I pinned his legs under me. I ripped the wrapper off the condom with my teeth and slowly rolled it on him, making sure to pinch the tip a bit in preparation for his release.

“Ready?” I asked as I positioned myself over him, hovering.

“Sweet fuck, yes.” He rolled his hips.

I let myself slide down his shaft one inch at a time until he was fully inside me.

The city night was my view, just beyond his long, lean, naked body. His tattoos, the ones I always lusted after, were on display. I ran my hands over them.