"I know," she said with a throaty laugh and stood. She kissed his neck and he felt a flash of teeth, shivering. "Lick my pussy good tonight before bed and I'll fuck you just like that, hard and fast and pure."
"Oh, god," he groaned, and decided he didn't want to wait on all that.
He stood and grabbed her, forcing her onto the fridge. She gasped and he smiled, enjoying the surprise warring with the hazy desire in her green eyes. "Grab the shelves," he ordered and when she did he knelt down and tugged her dress down, freeing her breasts.
She liked it rough so he teased her with quick licks and slow sucking until she begged, and then he began to bite and nibble. Against him she squirmed in desire, moaning through clamped lips.
The moment he reached beneath her skirt and realized she wore no panties Lysa let a moan escape. Damn, she loved his hands. Thick, strong, rough, toughened by hours playing bass, they were dexterous and any protest she might have given over abandoning their guests died when she felt his thick fingers stroke her pussy. She was wet, aching, desperate.
He stroked her hard clit and teased her slowly, but his mouth was positively vicious now as she liked. She recognized what he was doing and, hell, it pleased her to know what they both needed.
"Please, Greg, lick me, please!"
He growled, forced her body back but then dragged her hips to the edge and bent down further. The first touch of his mouth was heaven. She felt so hot and wet and his lips were at first cool, thrilling her, then she felt his tongue.
His head turned and his tongued flicked sideways across her clit. One hand left the shelves to cover her own mouth, unable to stop her moans as pleasure swept over her.
Greg reached up and rolled a fat nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to suckle her clit. She felt her hips pump as her body tightened, dark whirling need dragging her down until the only thing real in the world was the feel of his mouth, lucking, flicking, sucking.
He licked quickly, lapping up her juices, and she balled her fists. Every muscle strained, shivering, twitching, and then his tongue swirled around her clit and she lit off like a rocket.
Fucking his face she rubbed wildly, head thrown back in claim and surrender as the orgasm exploded through her like fireworks, tendrils of pleasure spreading over her from where their bodies joined. Colors burst behind her eyelids and she wailed long and low as her entire being throbbed with climax.
Knowing she too got sensitive his hand left her aching breast and his mouth pulled away until Greg lay his head on her thigh. Lysa was still panting, coming down, even as her body screamed for more, for another climax, to feel that cock spearing her deep.
"God, why can't we just send them all home?"
He laughed and stood, helping her right her dress. "Because we've been planning this for ages. Now you clean up in the bathroom, I'll take the kitchen, I'll join them first. Just do me one favor, babe."
"For that? Anything."
He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "Don't put any panties on."
They came out smiling and Lysa knew as good as a quickie might be, for the rest of the night all she could think of was getting Greg into bed, and not sleeping until the dawn came.
