Dessert 

Dinner was simple. The restaurant was a simple pub with good food and a
broken pizza oven. Which was a pity because the pizza was good there. So the
plan changed a little, but the pub was the same.

The actual act of eating was quickly accomplished. I actually only ate half
of my dinner because I had eaten a snack earlier in the night. You ate all
of yours; drinking soda while I drank water.

The waitress asked us if we wanted any dessert, but we both said no. While
she was gone and getting the check, I made a comment about dessert waiting
for us at home.

We walked across the street and back to the house. You went in before me and
as I closed the door your eyes, then your hand, pinned me to the door. Your
hands released me and went to my belt. The belt was over my shirt and you
took it it off quickly and smoothly. Next you moved your hands down the
front of my shirt and parted the buttons as they moved. I couldn't stop
looking at your hands as they moved to the collar of my shirt and pulled it
down with my jacket to pin my arms to my sides. I finally dropped the bag of
leftovers that I had in my hand; I had been clutching at it for my life.

"Time for dessert," your voice almost growled out the words as you lent in
and kissed me.

Your hands moved again, and my lace undershirt was pushed up over my
breasts. Your mouth covered my right nipple and when I started to sag
against the door at the sensation your right hand came up and circled my
throat. I'm not sure I knew just how large your hands were until one was
around my throat.

My breath hitched, not from the pressure of your hand, but from the presence
of it. Your mouth left my breast for a moment and I looked into your eyes as
you pressed your body into mine, hand still in place. You gently released
your hand and kissed me on the mouth. I lent into the kiss, and your hands
slide down my arms to remove the shirt and jacket, then moved up again to
take off the undershirt. The kiss broke to pull the scrap of lace over my
head. The kiss started again, with more force behind it on both our parts,
as your hands slid down my body to push off my skirt and panties to pool
around my feet.

Your left hand slid up my thigh and around to the front to my cunt. Your
fingers parted my labia and found their target. I sagged against the
sensation and parted my legs more. Your right hand went back to my throat,
sliding me back up the door and holding me there as the fingers on my clit
circled and pressed.

The first orgasm started within moments. As I cried out your body pressed
into mine, pressing into the shudders and wringing even more cries and
gasps. Your hand released my throat and I knew to stay standing, although my
body just wanted to collapse shuddering.

You didn't let me stop at one orgasm. I'm not certain how many I had while
pushed against the door. Your fingers at my clit moved to more fully fill my
cunt and thrust into me. It had to be hard for your hand to be in that
position, but at least one orgasm had to have squeezed your fingers as they
slid in and out. Your free hand smacked at my breasts, a sensation I had not
had in a while which helped at least one more orgasm to be pulled from my
body.

Finally, you took pity on my body and my raw voice, catching me into your
arms to hold me up and enfold me into a hug. My body shook not only from the
aftershock of orgasms, but at the sensation of your hand at my throat and
the sheer force of you taking over and controlling me.