Sex on the dining table

Talia’s POV

Overpowering waves of erotic ecstasy swirled through me as Niccolo pried my thighs apart and situated himself in between them, our lips molded in a hot kiss.

Throwing my head back, I tangled my fingers in his hair as his hard crotch brushed my panties, sending currents of sexual electricity flowing through me as I squirmed, desperate for more action.

Niccolo's touch on my skin awoke something raw and animalistic. Something so passionate yet so tender.

I wanted him to fuck me hard while holding me gently.

My sex-addled brain was assailed with several ironical thoughts like that as Niccolo's lips left mine and moved downward. Unzipping my dress, he pressed kisses across my clavicle before scooping my boobs out of my bra.

“Such marvellous cherries,” He said, grey eyes tainted with lust as he stared at them before kissing the space between my breasts.

With one hand in between my legs and one around my waist, Niccolo began his sexual ministrations on my breasts.

Swirling his tongue around my left nipple, he kneaded my ass, causing me to let out a throaty moan of pleasure as he sucked my boobs like his life depended on it.

Running my fingers through his hair, I suddenly decided that I also wanted to do something to him, so I unbuttoned his shirt, albeit shakily, and splayed my hands on his washboard abs, my pussy throbbing with the intense need to be filled with his cock.

Removing his mouth from my tit, Niccolo moved lower, both his arms wrapped around my waist, so that he was now kneeling while I was laying at the edge of the dining table, my legs spread in anticipation.

“What are you doing to me, doll?” Niccolo asked, pressing a kiss to my waist as he slid my panties.

“I-I don't know,” I answered honestly, as I had no idea how else I was supposed to respond to such a question.

Blood coursed through my veins, with a scarlet web of sexual hunger as Niccolo kissed my waist again. Sliding a finger into my dripping tightness, he groaned.

“Fuck, baby,” He growled. “You are so impossibly tight it's driving me crazy. I just want to bury myself inside you already.”

“What's holding you back from doing so?” I asked, my toes curling in sensual gratification as his fingers moved inside me, bringing me closer to the zenith of my orgasm.

“I don't want this to end so fast, doll,” He replied, before replacing his fingers with his mouth, prompting a gasp from me.

My eyes turned misty with tears of sexual joy as I stared at the chandelier above. I was forced to avert my gaze from it when Niccolo went deeper with his tongue.

Since all these time that we had been having sex, he had never done something like this before, and the thought of there being various sexual adventures and activities that we'd try in the future, made me hornier and drip with arousal juice.

Pulling his tongue out to the hilt of my core, Niccolo went back inside again, his gaze rooted to mine, as he fucked me with his tongue, driving me close to the bridge of overstimulation.

A delicious shudder shot through me when Niccolo returned a finger into my pussy, stretching me so good with both his tongue and digit.

The sweet lash of his tongue kept me prisoner to my own desire. His tongue thrilled and teased me, as he added two fingers at once into my slit.

I soon lost myself in Niccolo's passionate stroking, licking, and petting, as my whole body heated up with fiery pleasure.

“Ah, Niccolo,” I screamed, not caring that it was late in the evening, and people could hear me, as I bowed to the overlapping wave of erotic gratification.

Removing his tongue from inside me, Niccolo kissed my navel. “You did so good, baby. Now I'm going to fuck you so good you'll scream my name.”

His eyes further darkened into an arousing onyx, as he spoke, voice deep and gravelly.

Wrapping his arms around my back, Niccolo leaned in to kiss me again.

I melted into the kiss, my fingers clawing at his back as we smooched.

Breaking the kiss, Niccolo bit my lower lip then pressed our foreheads together before taking off his clothes, and flinging them to the floor.

Shamelessly, I stared at his hard, muscular body, subconsciously biting my lips as I gazed at his Adonis-like physique.

His cock was huge, veiny, and curved against his abs. I couldn't take my eyes off the way his balls dangled as he closed the distance between us.

Lingering kisses down my throat, Niccolo hooked my legs around his waist before lining his cock to my entrance and sliding in smoothly.

The moan that escaped me as he began to move was low and guttural, as my wet pussy clenched around his thick cock.

As Niccolo plowed me hard and raw, erotic delectation flowed through me like a stream. My pussy throbbed as he pulled out then rammed his cock inside me again, paralyzing every logical thoughts of mine.

A series of thrusts later, I reached my orgasm and spurted my cock on his cock. Before I knew it, he was also spilling his seeds inside me.

Niccolo and I remained there on the dining table, our heartbeats and pants harmonizing, as we basked in the after joy of our orgasms.

“That was epic,” Niccolo said, and I could only nod in response, as I was still far deep in my post-orgasmic haze.

Moments later when my mind cleared up, I replied. “Yes, it was. You were amazing as always.”

“I could say the same thing and more about you, doll,” Niccolo replied. “Would you like me to clean you up now?”

“No,” I whispered, enjoying the fullness of his cock inside me.

“Alright, baby,” He replied, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You know while we were fucking, I was wondering what might happen if Mary or Isaac or even the maids had walked in on us.”

Although the thought of it was funny, I knew the reality would be traumatizing.

“Don't make me imagine it,” I groaned, and he chuckled again.

“Why? We could have given them a free sex show.” Niccolo joked, to which I laughed.

“I never piqued you as an exhibitionist,” I said. “I guess I don't really know a lot about you.”

“Yeah, you don't,” He replied, and for some reasons, the way he said it rubbed me the wrong way, but I decided to ignore my guts as I made myself more comfortable in his arms.

Of course, I didn't know a lot about him but I knew as time went on, I would eventually know everything about him.

As much as I wanted to nudge him, so I could get an idea of when and how he planned to ask me out, I decided against it because I didn't want to seem too pushy and whiny.

Our current arrangement was too blissful for me to forfeit because of my impatience.

“We can go to the bathroom now,” I said, as Niccolo caressed my back.

“Alright, doll,” He pressed a kiss to my nape before lifting me off the dining table.