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I don’t normally think of washing the dishes as foreplay, but the way Elodie was doing them, my cock was hard as rock as I watched her from the sofa.
The kitchen door was wide open, I had a clear view of my girl as she stood at the kitchen sink with her back to me. It was a scorching hot day in August, I was wearing nothing but shorts and I was still sweating. Elodie never seemed to get as hot as I did. She had a clingy top on and that skirt of hers I love so much, the short floaty one that shows off her legs, the one that sits in a way on her ass that always draws my eye.
I couldn’t stop staring at her. Elodie’s slender, creamy thighs were almost totally revealed. She was singing and dancing a little as she washed, it made that skirt sway, it made her cute, chubby butt look mesmerising.
Why was I even resisting?
Without a word, I got up and strode over to Elodie. She made a happy sighing sound as I wrapped my arms around her from behind, as I pulled her into my chest. She sighed in a different way, in mild annoyance, as I slid my hands up to cup her little breasts through that top.
“Liam, not now. I need to get this done,” she said in a flawless accent but with a light French accent I hoped she’d never lose.
Elodie hated to leave a job undone, to step away from a task before it was finished was torture for her, but I couldn’t help myself. In my defence, she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits felt glorious through the thin material of her top. I could feel her thick nipples so, so clearly. In my defence, as I kissed her neck, she smelled divine, of warm skin and freshly washed hair and light perfume.
“We can’t. Not now. I’ve got so much to do,” Elodie whined, but I could feel those nipples were already stiff. Elodie gasped as I held one between my fingers and thumb through her top, she squirmed as I rolled it.
“We can. We have to,” I urged her. “You’re killing me. You’re so fucking hot, I need you. Look.” I shoved my shorts down at the front and my rigid dick rose up as it was freed. I took hold of Elodie’s right hand and placed it on my shaft. “See.”
She gave me another irritated, disappointed sighing sound, but Elodie’s fingers closed around me.
She kept complaining. “Not now. I don’t have time, Liam. I need to get these done, then I need to vacuum everywhere, then….”
But the thing is, Elodie likes this game. It took me a while to understand that when we were first together, that she likes to resist, even if she wants to fuck; that sometimes, Elodie likes to be cajoled and pressured, that she wants to be made to. If she genuinely isn’t in the mood, we have a safe word, but that Sunday afternoon, she wasn’t using it.
The thing is, I like this game, too. I love being the one doing the cajoling, being the one who conquers her, the one who gets Elodie so hot and bothered, she can’t resist me, she can’t help herself.
“Fuck the vaccuming,” I groaned with my lips by her ear. “I’ll do it later. I need to see to you first, young lady.” I kept kissing her neck and telling Elodie how beautiful she was, how hot, how badly I needed her. I groped her breasts and toyed with her nipples. Elodie wriggled against me. Her breathing was already quickening. Her hand started to move on my cock, Elodie lazily tugged on me.
“We can’t…. Not now…. I’ve got stuff to do….”
“Fuck all of that.” I slid a hand up the back of one of her thighs, I went under Elodie’s skirt. As I gripped a full, hefty, curved buttock, I encountered bare skin. As I explored, I found a thin strip of material disappearing between her cheeks.
“You’re wearing a thong, you little slut.”
Elodie made a tutting sound of annoyance, but we both knew how much she adored being called that.
“Only because it’s so hot today,” she complained.
“No. You wore it because you wanted to tease me, didn’t you?”
“No!”
“Yeah, you fucking did. You know what this skirt does to me. You planned this, you little slut.”
“No. I didn’t.” She was gripping my dick tighter though, jerking me quicker.
I slid between her cheeks and under. I cupped Elodie’s pussy from behind, through her thong, and the warm cotton of it was wet.
“What did you want from me, huh? What’s your plan? You want this little cunt to be licked? This ass?”
“Liam, we can’t.” She moaned though, as she said it, a soft, low, gentle one.
“We fucking can.” I tugged her thong to the side. I stroked her pussy and tickled her asshole, and Elodie rewarded me with a deeper moan. “Don’t fucking lie to me, you little slut,” I growled in her ear. “You’re soaking. You’re dripping. You want this.”
“You fucking bastard,” Elodie groaned as I slid a finger into her quim. She pressed back onto me as I slowly fucked her with it.
I drew it out of her after a few seconds. I made noise as I put that finger into my mouth, I groaned too as I sucked on it.
Elodie looked back at me and her eyes were open wide, her face was flushed.
“You taste fucking divine. I need more.”
She didn’t try to stop me as I sank to my knees behind her, as I reached under her skirt with both hands to pull her thong down. I ducked under it. Elodie sighed and moaned as I showered her plump ass in eager kisses. She stepped her legs wider apart as I pushed my face between her cheeks, she leaned forwards as I got my lips on her sodden cunt.
I love eating pussy, I love it so much, I think it counts as kink for me. I made plenty of noise myself, moaning and groaning with feeling, as I kissed and licked my girl from behind.
Elodie grew more vocal too. She leaned over further to give me better access as I drew my tongue over her in long laps.
The angle still wasn’t great though, I needed to get under her further, I needed to get my tongue on her clit. I wrapped my arms beneath and around her thighs. Elodie was much shorter than me, she was petite, except for her ass, she was light. Elodie gasped, she laughed in shock, as I raised her up to hold her horizontal, right over my face.
I had perfect access then, access to all of her – I kissed her gorgeous cunny, I sucked on her outer lips, I licked every inch of her. I pushed my tongue right into Elodie to fuck her with it.
Elodie kept laughing, in delight and glee now as I held her above me, as she moaned. She wriggled onto my face. Elodie wrapped her legs around me, she pulled me into her with her feet in the middle of my upper back.
I lowered my tongue to her clit, I tested. Elodie was often too sensitive, at first, for direct contact, but she was horny as fuck now, and she was more than ready. She mashed her clit into me as I lapped at it.
We fell into a mutual motion, Elodie showed me the pace and pressure she needed as she rubbed her cunt into my mouth. Her laughing fell away as she moaned in earnest. She grew so wet, it ran down my cheeks and my chin, it dripped onto my chest.
My dick throbbed at the feel of her, the taste of her, at the urgent noises she made as Elodie rose to the peak of a fast climax. I gripped her heavenly butt tight as I lapped at her, as I brought her off.
Elodie yelped as her orgasm hit her, she groaned. She bucked and juddered around, she pressed herself madly into my face, but I held her with ease. I kept my tongue on her clit, keeping her coming for as long as I could, until it was too much for her and Elodie pulled herself away from me.
I kept her right where she was though, I kept licking her cunt, I wasn’t done yet. I went higher, I slid up to lick her asshole.
Elodie shuddered. “Oh, you bastard,” she moaned.
Despite how much she might say otherwise when her clothes were on, Elodie loved me rimming her. It sent her crazy, when she was turned-on enough for it. I didn’t know if it was the actual sensations of it, or how naughty it made her feel, or both, but that afternoon, she was panting and mewling in seconds.
As I licked her more firmly, her muscular little hole softened for me. I pushed my tongue right into her, I fucked her ass with it, like I’d done to her pussy minutes earlier. Elodie went to pieces as I held her high. She had a hand on her pussy, I realised, she was strumming herself frantically. Elodie made herself come a second time, she made even more noise as her ass spasmed around my tongue.
I kept her right where she was as I stood, I kept Elodie horizontal. She guided my dick into her pussy herself as she felt it pressing against her.
I held Elodie up as I fucked her over the kitchen sink, as I fucked her hard and deep and with urgency, I was too lost to her then to hold back.
She was tight and hot and fluid. Her cunt grasped at me. Elodie yelped and yapped, she laughed again, as I took her, she was helpless to do anything but be held and screwed.
As I got there, I pulled out of her body and lowered her down back to her feet. I kept Elodie bent over as I finished across her.
I came so hard, I came so much, it went everywhere. I covered Elodie’s sublime heart of an ass in stripes of shining white. It fell over the backs of her thighs, it went on her skirt, on her top, on the kitchen cupboards, it slid down into her ass crack and onto her pussy.
“You fucking bastard,” Elodie groaned as I walked away from her, as I returned to the sofa. “Look what a fucking mess you’ve made of me.” She was grinning though. I could see how hard her legs were shaking.
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