She could feel his cock pulsing between her thighs, spilling endless heat between them in long, shuddering waves. She sank her teeth into the soft flesh of her forearm to keep from screaming out loud, the force of it threatening to send her bucking off the table. He held her hips tight, and she knew the involuntary fluttering and twitching of her pussy were milking him as he jerked against her, groaning and emptying himself into her flesh. They stayed that way for a moment, breathless, as he collapsed over her, both of them seeming to vibrate at some higher frequency together, out of time and space.

“Sweet Annie,” he whispered into her ear, kissing her temple, damp with their effort. “Everyone was right. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“You haven’t even seen me,” she murmured, rocking her hips forward.

She felt him softening, his cock beginning to slide out of her, breaking that aching connection.

“Exactly,” he said, straightening, tucking, adjusting. She did the same, pulling her skirt down, buttoning her blouse, smoothing her hair. She turned to him in the darkness and put her arms around him, surprising them both with her embrace. He held onto her and they rocked as he leaned to kiss the top of her head.

Suddenly Annie laughed, hiding her face in his shirt even though he couldn’t see her blush. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I can.” He reached behind him to grab the chair, tugging it over to sit and pull her into his lap. “Do you regret it?”

“No,” she answered honestly, tucking her head under his chin. She seemed to fit perfectly there. “I’m just surprised, I guess. I don’t usually do things like this.”

“Neither do I,” he admitted. They both heard the sound of music starting in the living room. Annie couldn’t make it out, just the beat, a suggestion of a song.

She hoped that was all they could hear out there, too-a suggestion of what might have happened in the kitchen.