We're eating the delicious breakfast he has made. I didn't know how good of a cook he was. I decided to ask him a little bit about his sport.
"So, you are an athlete?"
"Yeah, I've been since I was about 6 years old."
"Wow, that's impressive. I wish I was as good at something."
"Whatever do you mean. You're one of the most talented people i know"
"Whatever do you mean. I can't come up with anything I'm good at"
"Now that's a lie. Kathy, you're a straight A student. You're incredibly smart"
"Yeah, but that doesn't count. That's not a talent"
"If you think so, fine. But I can come up with one more thing you're very good at" he says, and looks me in the eyes.
"What?" I say, clueless. He looks me even deeper in the eyes.
"You know what i'm talking about" he says and smirkes.
I decide to play dumb, "No I don't. Tell me. What am I good at?"
He stands up and walks over to me. I'm sitting down on the chair and he is towering over me. I look up at him with innocent eyes. He places his thumb on my lip and caresses it. I passively brush my tongue against his finger. I let both my hands rest on the rim of his jeans, pulling them slightly down.
"Tell me what I'm good at." i demand.
He smirks and starts to unbuckle his belt. I pull his jeans down and look at his boxers. I look up at him again. He pulls my shirt over my head and looks at my breasts. His erection grows further. He touches my nipples and they stiffen. I quickly pull down his boxers and his dick gently brushes my cheek. He grunts.
"Tell me what I am good at." I demand again.
"This..." he says as he slips his dick into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip. He grabs a handful of my hair and uses the grip to guide my head. His dick is in and out of my mouth. He uses his free hand to touch my breast. And soon enough he comes.
"You think I'm good at that, Harry?" I asked him innocently.
"Say my name again" he orders as he guides me up from the chair and places me on the table. He pulls off my sweatpants entirely and throws them on the floor. And next my panties are flying the same direction.
"Say my name again." he demands again.
"Harry" I manage, with his face this close to my pussy i can't help but be incredibly turned on. He kneels down to the floor and swings my legs over his shoulders. His face is inches from my clit and I am craving his touch.
"Again" he demands. I obey quickly, 'cause I have to make this suffering stop.
"Harry" I beg. "Harry" I say again.
He swirls his tongue around my clit and does it in a circular motion. One of his hands reaches my entrance and he slips two fingers in. I moan loudly. Harry pulls his fingers out and stops sucking. He says with his lips up against my clit "It's like you want the neighbors to hear you". His lips formations of the words vibrate against you. You can't handle it and says "shut up" in a breath and pulls his face to your pussy again. He immediately finds his pace again and you soon come.
He stands up again. We're both still naked. He leans behind me and picks up a glass of water.
"You should drink something," he orders.
"And why do you get to decide that?" I ask tentatively.
"Because I'm gonna fuck you like I've never did before". And then he does. Right on the table. I'm pretty sure I got honey in my hair at some point. But what does it matter? Honey is supposed to be good for your hair anyway.
