SOPHIA squealed as Simon carried her bridal style and placed her on top of the kitchen's island table. She sat up, her legs dangling because of the high table.
"Simon? What are you doing?"
"I can't let you go home tonight without doing this, Sophia. I'm too weak to let you go without making you scream with pleasure, my love," she felt like she wanted to faint when he kissed her ankles and then moved upwards. His mouth glided upwards to her calves. He was inside her dress, using his tongue to taste her creamy skin until he reached her inner thighs.
"I love your smell, Sophia. I want to taste you and lick you until you writhe with need, until you scream my name, my queen," he whispered in between his kisses.
She was gripping the sides of the table while her legs were spread apart. Wh
