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  I unbuttoned his pants, and opened the fly as fast as I could.

  “Is this what you’re looking for?” He dug his hand into his boxer shorts and pulled out his cock. It glistened with pre-cum as it pulsated. There was no denying we were both more than ready.

  “Is it okay if we do it right here?”

  “Standing?” I asked.

  He nodded.

  I couldn’t recall if I’d ever done it like that—probably not if I didn’t have a memory of it, or if I had it obviously hadn’t been that great.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said.

  As Andy headed into another room I unbuttoned my skirt, pulled down the zipper, and let it fall to the ground. I kicked it away just as Andy returned carrying some condoms.

  I was about to take off my blouse and bra when he stopped me.

  “I think I prefer to fuck you with those on. Sort of a turn on for me.”

  I looked down. I had to agree it had a certain appeal to it; seeing my blouse open, my bra hanging, and my breasts on full display did seem sexy.

  Andy sheathed himself, then pushed me back against the fridge door. The handle bit into my butt but I didn’t care.

  He lifted up my right leg and slid into me, stretching me to the max.

  Andy pulled on my nipples as we kissed. I pulled away, still needing to be convinced he wasn’t a married man.

  “You promise me you’re telling me the truth?’ I asked him as he gave his first thrust.

  “I can assure you I’m single.”

  He thrust again.

  I held his arms as he pushed harder inside me, causing my ass to bounce against the cold steel of the fridge. My back caught a couple of the magnets and take-out menus on the door, and they rained down onto the wood floor.

  Andy ran his tongue along my lower lip as I grabbed his biceps and sank my fingertips into his muscles. I closed my eyes as he pounded into me, now almost lifting me off the floor.

  I murmured, feeling my climax building.

  “Wrap both your legs around me and I’ll hold you,” said Andy.

  Did I trust him enough that he wouldn’t let me fall to the ground?

  Sure I did.

  I lifted my right leg higher, and he put his hand underneath it and took some of my weight while I brought my other leg up and he slipped his arm under it. The action had opened my sex up more and Andy’s cock slid deeper inside me.

  I groaned, running my hand through his hair as he thrust hard, pounding my back and ass into the door and bringing me one step closer to release with each of his wild hip movements.

  “You are a fantastic lover,” I said.

  My climax, though I knew it was on its way, took me by surprise. I pulled on Andy’s hair, nipped his lip and felt my pussy convulse and then constrict his dick.

  Andy pushed harder inside me, panting, moaning, and perspiring. Then I felt him go still as he enjoyed his own release.

  We were both sweaty and hot, and we kissed while he was still inside me.

  “Wow,” he said.

  “Yeah, wow. Better than my fantasy.”

  “You fantasized about me?”

  I nodded, pushing a piece of sweat-laden hair away from his eyes. “My vibrator got a good workout.”

  He laughed and I noticed he had cute little dimples. I fingered one of them.

  “So who gives the better orgasm? Me or the vibrator?”

  “You, by far.”

  He pulled out of me and placed my feet gently back on the floor. My pussy was still humming from the very nice orgasm.

  “I suppose you want to eat now?” I asked him.

  “Did you see anything you fancied?”

  Was that a loaded question or what?

  I turned around and opened the fridge door again, this time checking out the contents more carefully. I leaned over to peek on the middle shelf, feeling Andy’s hands on my ass.

  Strawberries. I lifted the box out.

  “Got those in the farmer’s market the other day,” he said.

  I bit into one, turned around, and placed the rest of it in Andy’s mouth. He took a bite and then we kissed.

  “I could put these strawberries on my body, and you could eat them from me.”

  “I like the sound of that. Sort of like food and sex together,” he said.

  I took the strawberries to the sink and sliced them in half while Andy watched.

  “Here, you place them where you want to feast.” I handed them to him.

  It would be hard on my back but, strawberry juice being so messy, I opted for the table. I took off my blouse and bra and got up onto it.

  Andy stood beside me and we both laughed as he began placing strawberry halves on my body. First in the dip in my throat; next, one on each nipple. My belly button, each thigh, each shin. And finally the best-placed one of all, inside my pussy. It felt cold, wet, but oh so good.

  “Not quite sure which end to start with, but I know where I want to finish.”

  He started at my calves. His mouth and the stubble on his chin tickled my skin. I giggled and he ran his finger up my inner thigh as he feasted on the two berries sitting on them.

  Andy’s next target was the berry on my navel. We both laughed as he munched it and then headed north to the one on my left nipple.

  “Looks like you have strawberry-colored tits now. You think I should clean those up?”

  “I think you should,” I said.

  His lips clung to my nipple as he sucked and licked. My pussy clenched and I was sure strawberry juice was dribbling down my legs.

  Andy kissed my body all the way down, across my mound, and then pulled my legs apart.

  “Whipped cream would have been great with that.”

  The thought of it being pushed into my pussy turned me on like I would never have believed.

  Andy leaned over and his tongue flicked inside my pussy, freeing the strawberry. I shuddered when his tongue plunged in and out.

  “Fuck me again,” I said.

  “With pleasure.”

  Andy rolled on another condom and pulled my legs toward the end of the table. He lifted them before placing my feet flat on his chest. I closed my eyes, feeling his cock push inside me.

  He stroked my thighs as he thrust. I looked at him and smiled, and he smiled back.

  “Faster and harder,” I said.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  The table creaked and rocked as Andy moved it a few inches across the floor. I held on not only because it seemed unsteady but because I was getting close. I dug my nails into the wood and screamed as Andy plunged upward, finding my G-spot in one hard thrust, making me squeal and climax.

  He continued to thrust with more intensity and as he came, one of the table legs snapped, tipping the table and both of us onto the floor.

  Andy and I burst out laughing while holding onto one another.

  “Guess my wife’s going to be angry about her broken furniture.”

  “Shit, Andy, I knew it.” I tried to get up but he stopped me.

  “Hey, only messing with you.” He gave me a devilish smile. “I think I should take you out to dinner someplace and then you can help me pick out a new table,” he said. “And I promise, no more jokes about having a wife.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  I sat up, watching him walk toward the bin to throw away the condom. What a cute ass. And I wouldn’t play favorites in class. Just because he’d given me off-the-chart orgasms didn’t mean I was obligated to give him an A… if this was a class with grades. He turned around as if he knew I was watching him, maybe even knew what was playing in my mind.

  “And just what are you smiling about?” he asked.

  “Nothing.” It was my turn to offer a devilish grin.

  That wasn’t exactly true. As well as admiring his butt, I was also thinking what a good BFF Shannon actually was.

  Author Bio

  Vanessa Devereaux writes both erotica and erotic romances. Her previous titles include Th
e Brazen Ladies Trilogy, the Just For Your Pleasure Trilogy, The Last American Cowboy, Taken for a Ride, Cater to Me, Who’s the Boss and One Night With You. Some of her upcoming titles include Stranger in Town and Ghost Lover. Besides writing she also teaches writing workshops and is the author of a forthcoming how-to manual about writing.

  Find out more about Vanessa and her books at www.vanessadevereaux.com

  and follow her on Twitter at @vandevereaux.

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