Still in only his black briefs, he’s as hard as my granite countertops and threatening to bust right out of his underwear. I grind my ass on Stone’s face as I reach down and free him from his cloth restraints. His big, beautiful, veiny cock springs free, the tip glistening with pre-cum dripping from his slit. My mouth waters, and without giving it any more thought, I bend down and take him into my mouth.

His musky, masculine scent is intoxicating, and I can still taste the faint flavor of latex from the condom he wore last night. Neither of us showered after we finished. We curled up and passed out instead.

I moan as my lips stretch around his girth and his tongue falters for a moment as his chest vibrates with a groan that I can feel deep in my bones. I’m not able to take his whole length in my mouth without moving my ass off his face, and with the way his fingers are digging into my cheeks and holding me still, that’s not possible. So instead, I twirl my tongue around and suck as much as I can get from my position, loving the taste of him.

His strong hands lift me enough to reposition my balls on his face, and he wastes no time sucking them into his mouth. His tongue annihilates my sac and I can’t even focus on his dick anymore because I’m going out of my mind.

“Stone… ah… please, fucking please!”

Lifting me again until I fall forward a little, he asks, “What do you need, baby?”

“You,” I pant. “I need you inside me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

“Up,” he orders me, slapping my ass again. We both stand, and like two magnets, we collide. Our lips mold together, tongues challenging one another, teeth nipping at lips, and hands roaming each other.

“Lube?” he asks against my lips.

“Mmm… the pantry behind you.” I can’t seem to keep my lips off him.

“You keep lube in your pantry?” If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d laugh at his expression.

“No, but there’s olive oil in there. Use that. But hurry, I can’t fucking wait.”

With quick hands, he fishes out the olive oil and uncaps it, pouring some onto his fingers. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and arch your back for me.”

He gets to work, opening me and stretching me. One finger, then two, before working a third in, not wasting time on being slow and gentle. Once he seems to be pleased, he withdraws his fingers.

“I don’t suppose you have a condom in here too?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I glance at him over my shoulder. “No. I want to feel all of you, Stone.”

His pupils blow. “You’re sure?”