She reached down between them to feel the bulge there, cupping and rubbing him until he moaned against her lips. Sliding his tongue down her neck, he licked and sucked so hard she knew she was going to be covered with marks, but she didn’t care. His tongue was exquisite, and she wanted more of it- everywhere.

Annie leaned back on her elbows, trying to remember if her sister kept anything on the table, like salt shakers or placemats. She didn’t feel any resistance. She put her heels on the table and spread her legs wide, her skirt riding up around her waist and her blouse falling open. It was a position of offering, and she realized with a bemused smile that he couldn’t see her in the darkness.

“Eric,” she whispered. “Here, give me your hand.” He reached out for her, finding first one raised knee, then the other. She lifted one of his hands, bringing a finger to her mouth and sucking it, tasting herself.

He made a low noise, and she heard him unbuckling and unzipping with his free hand. It was a sexy sound, although she was a little disappointed she wasn’t going to be freeing his cock herself. She pressed his hand between her legs, making him cup her whole mound and rubbing hard. He caught her rhythm, letting her rock against his hand.

“God, please, your tongue,” she begged.

He obliged, leaning in to suck and lick at her, no rhyme or reason to his efforts, just sheer lust and abandon.

Her hands found his hair, and she was surprised at the softness, how it curled, unruly and wild, around her fingers. She had a moment to wonder what color it was before he began focusing on her clit in earnest. His mouth seemed tentative, exploring her response, finding the place that made her squirm and gasp the most. Annie gave a loud moan when he found her sweet spot and his tongue focused there with a gentle flickering that began spreading warmth through her in tightening waves.