Chapter 28

We finished our dinner and Bill was quiet and polite and did not cause any scenes while waiting on us.
Aaron had remarked at one point during our dinner that “Our waiter seems in a bad mood all of a sudden.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” I replied. Aaron paid the tab, left the tip for Bill, and we left the restaurant.
Waiting outside for the valet to bring up the car, I felt a bit chilly, and I was glad I had brought my jacket as Aaron had suggested. We got into his car and headed back to my house. I was feeling the effects of the wine, making me feel a bit tipsy as well as flirty. Alcohol always made me feel that way, when otherwise I was usually reserved in comparison. After we arrived at my house, Aaron drove into my driveway and as he was shutting the engine off, I leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth. As I pulled away, I looked down at the hardening bulge behind the zipper of his pants and realized that I was evidently having the same effect on him as he was having on me. My panties were still very damp, and I could feel the warm moistness between my thighs.
Aaron got out of the car and came around to open my door. As I got out, he pulled me into an embrace, holding me close to him before letting go, as I grabbed his hand, leading him up to the house. The effects of the wine were becoming and more prominent and I was beginning to feel much more relaxed. I opened the door and kicked off my heels before I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. Kissing him deeply, I felt his strong hands cupping my buttocks, sliding the fabric of my skirt up so he could rub on my flesh through the silky fabric of my pantyhose. His hands slid up and down, caressing my round bottom, squeezing lightly as his mouth overtook mine again, emblazoning me with a fresh lust for him. I could hear the scratching sounds of his rough fingertips on my pantyhose. The wine was making me giddy with lust, and I pulled back, giggling like a schoolgirl as his hands slipped inside my shirt. Softly touching my skin, he splayed his calloused fingers out to pull me closer. Kissing downward, I felt his hot breath against my neck as he trailed lower, to the deep cleavage of my white mounds where I had left the two top buttons undone.
Aaron started walking towards toward the kitchen, backing me up as he walked, his arms still wrapped around me and his mouth kissing across my breasts. His mouth became hungrier with desire as he ravished my breasts and letting go of my butt to now grasp my breasts within his hands. He pulled my shirt down revealing my black lace bra and grasping the edges of my button up shirt he pulled hard, and buttons flew everywhere, shocking me. I laughed, as he looked at me with a dark lust in his eyes. He almost growled as he gripped my hips and pressed my lower back against the counter. He pulled my skirt down roughly, and as I moved my hands to quickly undo the buttons of his polo shirt, he yanked it off over his head and tossed it to the side. My fingertips were running over his chest as I leaned against the counter in my bra and panties. He pulled off his trousers in one quick motion after undoing the button and zipper and was now standing there in a pair of dark green boxers, looking so delicious with his chiseled muscles rippling across his chest and abdomen. I just wanted to lick up and down his entire body, savoring each moment, as my tongue tasted his manliness.
I smiled at him as he came closer, reaching behind me to undo my bra with one swift movement of his fingers, he was pulling my bra straps down over my arms to expose my beautiful breasts. He cradled one breast with one hand, and using the other, pulled my panties down so that they fell to my feet. I kicked them to one side as he lifted me up onto the counter. I sat there naked on the edge, realizing how naughty this was, and I giggled again. “What is so funny tonight?” he asked. “I don’t know. This wine has me all excited, horny, and giddy,” I giggled. He laughed and said, “Well maybe we need more wine for you,” he said glancing around and eying the wine cabinet in the corner. He walked over and selected a bottle of merlot that was sitting in the cabinet, and looking on the counter, spotted the bottle opener. He expertly opened it, and asked, “Where are your glasses?” I pointed to the cabinet above his head, he reached in and selected two from the front, and poured some of the sweet nectar into each of them. He then walked back over to me, sipping his own wine as he handed me my own. I took a sip and savored the bursting flavors of berries as well as a hint of chocolate. This was one of my favorite bottles of Merlot that he had selected. “Delicious,” I remarked, and took another large sip. I noticed he still had his boxers on, even though I now sat naked on the counter, “Those need to come off,” I remarked, as he came closer. I pulled them down until they were almost to his knees, and they fell to the floor. He kicked them to the side. I gazed at him in his glorious hard state. His erection was thick, and hard, with blood-engorged veins running down its length. I reached down to caress him, nearly falling off the counter before he caught me, I giggled again.
I set my glass of wine down after I took another large sip. As he stood between my knees, at this height he could reach me if I perched on the edge. He would have access to easily slide his member within my wet womanhood. I inched myself towards the edge of the counter as he drained the last of his wine from his glass. He set it down and moved mine farther away so not to accidentally knock it over. He gripped my hips to bring me closer to the edge. I leaned on my elbows as his fingers caressed the wet lips of my slick heat. One finger dipped inside me then another, spreading me, and readying me for his hard thick manhood. “Mmmm, baby you are already so wet and ready for me,” he whispered. He removed his fingers and gripped his hard erection in his hand pushing it lightly against my swollen lips. With one quick movement he entered me and buried himself deep within my depths. I let out a small scream and a gasp as he filled me. He covered my mouth with his hand and pulled himself out slightly, only to quickly push back in deeper and harder. My legs wrapped around him, and I moaned against his hand.
My mind was screaming with a lust that was nearly overpowering. I reached my arms up and held onto his shoulders pulling me closer to his body. I could feel the raw heat emanating from his body and his thick hard erection deep inside me, filling me, stretching me. His hardness continued to stroke in and out of my wet, hot sex, and I rode high on wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Just as one was beginning to subside, another would begin. I was panting and screaming against his hand covering my mouth, his other hand dug into my butt pulling me closer to him as he pounded his steel rod into me repeatedly. Picking up speed, then slowing down, I could feel my skin glistening with perspiration, and I was beginning to hold my breath. Wave after wave of lust and desire crashed over my body, leaving me trembling and waiting for the next one. Suddenly, I began to feel him shaking, and he removed his hand from my mouth as I moaned loudly and felt his hot liquid fill me with spurt after spurt of hot juices. I leaned back on the counter, feeling the cool, dark, green granite against my sizzling skin. He pulled out of me and stood there panting, leaning against the counter.
Finally, catching his breath he said, “Do you want to go lay down upstairs, so I can hold you for a while.”
“I thought you would never ask,” I said, laughing as I sat up and got off the counter.
Walking to my bedroom, he followed me up the stairs and I collapsed onto the bed. He crawled over me and pulled me close, cradling me within his arms as we both fell asleep.