I didn't think. I rose and strode across the room, not sure if I wanted to slap him for making me feel this way, for his indecisiveness, and not knowing what the other half of me was capable of, but his expression wore the same hunger and desperation I felt.
I threw myself into his arms, all of my resolve, all of the very good advice I'd given myself, evaporated in the heat I could feel of him through his coat. His goatee scratched my chin as his lips sought mine, and his uncertainty was entirely gone.
He pushed me backward, pressing me into the wall, his hands on my hips, my breasts, my wrists as we devoured each others' mouths, and then his arms were around my waist. Pulling my body tightly against his, he half carried, half dragged, me to the counter, where he perched me on the edge.
Pulling back for a moment, he placed his fingertips on my breastbone and held me at a distance. Lust burned in his eyes and his jaw trembled slightly. "If you don't want this, you'd better say so," he warned, "because I don't think I can stop."
"If you wanted to stop, you shouldn't have come back," I said, defiantly raising my chin, and then his mouth was on mine again, and we were breathing each others' breath.
His hands grasped my buttocks, pulling me into him, crushing our pelvises together, and I could feel the heat from his fully erect penis radiating through our clothes. Our hands and arms moved restlessly across our backs and sides and necks, taking in each others' shapes in a frenzied tactile adventure.
My hands found their way between us and grasped his pulsing shaft through his jeans, then fumbled with his belt.
His hands intervened, and in a second his belt and his pants were unfastened, his tongue never leaving its dance with mine.
Pressing both of my hands against his chest I pushed him away, sliding down from the countertop, and backing him against the wall. In moments I was on my knees, his beautifully thick, Spanish penis hot in my hands. I licked the purple knob, running my flattened tongue around its circumference, and glanced up to see his eyes roll back and close. I pulled his erection down to ninety degrees and engulfed the shaft, taking him as deeply as I could. My throat stretched and I felt the slippery metallic sweetness of his precum in the back of my mouth before easing back slowly until my lips rested on the slit at the very tip. Running my tongue around the outside again, then up the underside from base to crown, I slathered him with my spit and jacked him with my hand while teasing the crown of his cock with my tongue. When I sucked him back in again he groaned, and I pulled him all the way in again until my noise pressed into his pubic hair.
Wrapping my right hand around the base I squeezed gently as I worked my mouth back and forth, letting the back of my throat squeeze him with each tentative thrust of his hips as my tongue and lips pleasured his shaft.
Letting go of the wall he tangled his hands in my hair and began working my mouth in a rhythm, gently at first, but growing more and more insistent as I worked my magic until he was fucking my face.
