It started with her sitting on the table. He came to stand in between her legs and very gently kissed her cool lips. The fact that they were finally alone made the kisses grow frantic with pent up frustrations of the previous few weeks. Arms and legs became entwined, the kisses were more passionate, bodies grew hot and breathing became fast and shallow.
He started to unbutton her blouse and exposed her heaving chest. Her bra was black, in stark contrast to her soft white skin. Finally the last button was released and he roughly pulled it down over her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides. He undid her front fastening bra and released her breasts; her nipples were erect and crying out to be bitten. As he sank his teeth into them she whispered "Don't stop", encouraging him to continue the small kisses, caresses and bites that were making her so hot for him. Her skin was getting feverish with desire and her breaths were hot on his neck. She threw her head back and allowed him to gently nibble and nip at her exposed neck, making her moan with pleasure.
As he removed her blouse and bra he pushed her back over the table and slid his hot body over her. Her back arched in response pushing her breasts upwards allowing him to bite them once again. He moved down towards her waist, kissing and caressing all the way. As he reached the waist of her skirt her slid his hand behind her back and undid the button and zip. She lifted her bottom to make it easier for him to slide her skirt over her hips and legs. The thong she was wearing was getting wet with her mounting excitement.
He started kissing her stomach and then slid his tongue down the edge of the black lace thong making her ache with a desire she hadn't known she was capable of. Holding her hips with his hands he pulled her roughly to the edge of the table and pushed her legs as wide as they would go, exposing her wetness to him. He got to his knees and licked the outside of the lacy thong again, this time pushing against her mound with his chin. With the fingers of his right hand he pulled the lace aside and stopped to look at her, taking a mental picture of her wetness to replay in his mind over and over.
With her wetness so obvious he couldn't resist sliding his finger into her and flicking his tongue over her engorged clit. Her back arched off the table, small whimpers escaping from her lips as her pleasure increased. His finger slid deep into her wet pussy and then back to the very edge to make small circles, and then once again deep inside her. All the while his tongue was flicking her clit and his teeth were very, very gently nibbling. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm and told him so. As his tongue flicked she got closer and closer and suddenly she lost herself in her orgasm; the whimpers building to a scream. He could feel her convulsions on his fingers and pushed them deep inside until they had subsided. When her breathing had returned to a more normal rhythm she sat up and passionately sucked her cum off his fingers.