Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 289: Making Love on Table

The dining room glowed with warm morning light, sunlight streaming through the big windows and painting everything gold. The long wooden table was cool under Elizabeth’s bare thighs as she sat on the edge, legs spread wide, one silky thigh draped over my shoulder. Her nightgown was bunched uselessly around her waist, boobs naked and swaying with every shaky breath. The air smelled like coffee, warm wood, and her—sweet, heady, intoxicating.

"Ahmm... ahh..." Elizabeth moaned, head tipping back, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid sunlight.

I was on my knees between her legs, hands gripping her hips, face buried in her pussy. "Umph... aphmm..." I groaned against her, lips and tongue working slow and hungry kisses over her slick folds. She tasted like heaven—warm, sweet, a little salty—and I couldn’t get enough.

Her pussy grew wetter with every flick of my tongue. I dragged it slow from the bottom all the way up in one long, flat lick, then closed my lips around her clit and sucked gently.

"Ahhhhuhh!" Elizabeth’s hips jolted hard, thighs tightening around my head for a second.

I pulled back just enough to grin up at her. "Keep your legs spread, miss," I teased, sliding my hands along her thighs and pushing them wider.

"Sorry... hehe..." she giggled, breathless and flushed, eyes sparkling. "Here... all yours." She opened her legs even more, hooking one heel on the edge of the table, giving me everything.

"That’s my girl," I murmured, and slipped two fingers inside her pussy.

They slid in easy—she was already soaked, warm and soft and ready for me. I curled them upward, rubbing slow circles over that perfect spot inside her, feeling her walls flutter around my fingers.

"Ohh god... your techniques, Ezra... ahh..." Elizabeth moaned louder, one hand flying to my head, fingers tangling tight in my hair, the other gripping the table’s edge like she might fall off the world.

I looked up at her, lips still brushing her clit. "You enjoy it that much?" I asked, voice rough, grinning against her skin.

"More like... it’s gonna fucking kill me one day," she panted, hips rolling in slow circles, chasing my mouth.

"Oh, is that so?" I teased, and started thrusting my fingers faster—steady, deep strokes while my tongue flicked quick and light over her clit.

"Ahhh... ahh... yes!" Her back arched off the table, breasts bouncing with every breath, nipples hard and pink in the sunlight. Her thighs trembled against my cheeks started shaking harder.

I sucked her clit gently, then harder, fingers curling and pumping in perfect rhythm. The wet sounds filled the quiet room, mixing with her broken little cries and the soft creak of the table under us.

"Ezra... I’m—" she gasped, fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me closer.

I didn’t let up. Just hummed against her, the vibration making her jolt again, and kept going—tongue swirling, fingers thrusting—until her whole body went stiff.

"Ahhh—fuck—Ezra!" she cried out, hips bucking hard.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh..." Elizabeth’s moans came faster, broken and desperate, her whole body starting to tremble.

"Yeah, cum, baby... cum for me," I growled against her clit, giving it a gentle bite before sucking hard. My fingers thrust fast and deep, curling right against that perfect spot inside her.

"Arghhmmm... ahhh!" Her back arched off the table, hips bucking hard as her orgasm hit. A hot, powerful squirt shot out, splashing my chest and chin, dripping down my arm in warm streams.

"Ahhh... yeahh... let it all out," I groaned, pulling back just enough to watch.

Her pink, swollen pussy pulsed in front of me, squirting again in pretty arcs that caught the sunlight like tiny rainbows. I kept my fingers moving, slower now, drawing every last shudder out of her.

"Ahh... fuck! Ahh..." Elizabeth’s head fell back, eyes squeezed shut, a sultry, satisfied smile spreading across her face. She opened her legs even wider, giving me the perfect view, thighs shaking like she’d run a marathon.

"Damn, baby," I rasped, leaning in to press a soft, affectionate kiss right on her soaked folds. "You came a lot."

I crawled up her body, kissing a trail over her stomach, between her breasts, then catching a nipple in my mouth for a quick suck before reaching her lips. She tasted herself on me and moaned softly into the kiss.

"You made me," she whispered when we broke apart, legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me close so my chest pressed against her soft tits.

I laughed, still catching my breath, brushing damp hair from her forehead. "You haven’t taken a shower yet, have you?"

She shook her head, eyes sleepy and playful. "Nope. Got out of bed right after you did."

I grinned, sliding my hands down to squeeze her ass. "Good. Then we’re showering together. I’m not done with you yet."

Elizabeth’s laugh was low and happy. "Promise?"

"Promise." I kissed her again, slow and deep, tasting salt and sweetness and us. "Cross my heart."

"Come on," I said, voice low and rough, sliding my arms under her thighs and around her back. "Let’s go take a shower together."

I lifted her easily. She let out a surprised squeak, then burst into giggles, wrapping her legs tight around my waist and her arms around my neck, clinging to my chest like a koala.

"What the—" Elizabeth gasped, laughing against my shoulder as I carried her toward the bathroom. "What if Clara wakes up?"

I glanced back at the bedroom door. Clara was still sprawled across the bed, naked and tangled in sheets, one arm hugging a pillow, snoring softly. "Looking at how she’s sleeping," I said, grinning, "I doubt she’ll wake up before noon."

"Hehe, such a meanie," Elizabeth teased, nipping playfully at my earlobe.

"Don’t you want to have me all to yourself?" I asked, kicking the bathroom door shut behind us with my heel.

The click of the lock sounded loud in the quiet tile room.

Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled, her legs tightening around my waist. "Oh, I absolutely do," she whispered, and pulled me into a slow, hungry kiss just as I stepped into the big glass shower stall.