He fit a nipple into his mouth and she wove her fingers into his hair, holding his head in place while he flicked his tongue over the velvety soft bud. She responded with a low moan, and his dick twitched, aching to be inside of her.
His dick could wait, because tasting her was all he needed right now. He reached under her dress and slid his hand into her panties to cup her sex.
“You’re wet, babe. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she said. “Oh, God, yes.”
He wanted to make her come first. He crouched down to pull her underwear off, then spread her legs, lifted her dress over her hips and put his mouth on her. She was salty sweet and when she whimpered, he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked her, then used his tongue to lave over the softness of her sex until she lifted her hips, writhing against him.
The sounds she made, the way she moved her body, all made his dick pound. And when she cried out as she came, he planted his tongue on her clit, giving her what she needed as the orgasm rolled through her. He held on to her hips while she quivered underneath him, and when she settled, he rose up, grabbed the condom he was so thankful he’d stuck in his pants pocket and put it on.
He was inside of her in seconds, burying himself in all of her sweet, wet heat. Her pussy gripped him, the aftereffects of her orgasm vibrating around his cock.
Aubry wrapped her leg around his hips and rose up against him while he thrust into her. He cupped her butt, shielding her from the metal table as he drove harder and harder into her, listening to her cries of pleasure.
It was sweet hell, making him want to spill hard and fast, but he held back, gentling his movements as he pressed his forehead to hers.
“What you do to me, Aubry,” he whispered, easing into her, then out. “I can’t explain it.”
She reached up to rub her fingertip against his bottom lip. “I know. I know. For me, too.”
It was an emotional connection he’d never felt with any other woman. It shattered him in ways he couldn’t fathom. This woman had the capacity to destroy him.
He was in love with her and he wanted to tell her. But when they were alone. Not here. Not now. Instead, he gave in to the sensation, to the rhythm of their bodies moving in unison. He ground against her and she tightened around him. He saw it in the way her eyes widened, and knew she was going to come again. He waited for her, gave her the friction she needed, and when she gasped and came, he thrust hard, releasing the spurts of come that exploded from him.
It was all he could do to stay upright as he released, as everything around him seemed to go black for a few seconds. He held on to Aubry and planted his mouth on hers, fusing the two of them together in this raw passion that seemed to have no end.
But finally, he took a deep breath and gripped the table. Aubry released her leg and let it slowly slide to the floor.
“Now that is a much better memory of the wine cellar than I had previously.”
She smiled and kissed him. “I’m glad to hear that. Although if you recall I had my hand on your cock that night as well.”
He laughed. “Yeah, but it didn’t feel as good that night as it did tonight.”
“I’m sure that’s true.”
They disentangled and righted their clothes. “Uh, I’m going to need to get rid of this condom. And I don’t think there’s a bathroom down here.”
“Come on. There’s a bathroom right off the kitchen.”
They left the wine cellar the way they came in, then quietly entered the kitchen. Music was playing in the living room, so they snuck into the bathroom and tidied themselves up before reentering the living room.
Aubry’s mother was reading, so she looked up. “How was the walk?”
“Invigorating,” Aubry said as they both took a seat on the sofa across from her parents. “I feel a lot better now.”
“Me, too,” Tucker said. “Your property is amazing, Mr. and Mrs. Ross.”
“Thanks,” Clyde said, setting down his phone. “We’ve always liked this house.”
“Oh, Aubry, I forgot to give you that recipe you asked for. Before I forget again, why don’t you come into the kitchen with me and you can copy it down?”
“Yes, let’s do that.” She stood and looked down at Tucker. “I’ll be right back.”
“Would you two like some coffee?” Helen asked.
“I’d love some,” Clyde asked.
“If it’s not too much trouble,” Tucker said.
“Not at all.” Helen smiled at him before leaving the room.
“Where did you all walk to?” Clyde asked after the women left the room.
Fortunately, Tucker had walked the grounds before. “We went past the pool house to the statuary gardens, then over to the azalea garden. It’s coming along nicely there. Everything seems to be in bloom. Really pretty.”
Clyde nodded. “Helen loves all her flowers. She makes me get out there all the time and take walks.”
Tucker could picture that.
“So, about Aubry. Is this a serious thing?”
Tucker was prepared for this conversation, knew it was coming eventually. “Yes, sir. From my standpoint it is.”
“I’m glad you’re not taking it lightly. That means something.” Clyde leaned forward. “My daughter worked her ass off as an undergraduate, then in medical school, and now her residency. She has a clear plan for her future, and I know you do as well.”
“Yes, sir.”