"Are you wet and ready for me, baby?" 

She barely has time to read the text on her phone screen before the knock sounds on the door. Breath catching in her throat, she pulls open the door. He wastes no time, knowing they are expected downstairs for dinner at any moment. He wraps his arms tightly around her, lips finding hers, and she softly sighs into his mouth. He moves them backward until her back hits the wall. One of his hands finds hers, pulling them up over her head, and those too get pushed against the wall. He continues kissing her, moving his lips from her mouth to her neck while his free hand gently squeezes her nipple through her shirt and bra. She stifles a moan from the contact of his lips or hands; he isn't sure. He kisses her neck again, loving the little shudder that runs through her body. 

"Are you ready for me, nice and wet yet? Do not move your hands."

He unbuttons her shirt and pulls her tits out of her bra. His mouth finds her nipple and he sucks and bites until she is moaning with pleasure. Moving his mouth from one nipple to the other and back again. He knows she can cum from just this if he keeps going, but that is not his intention. His mouth still on a nipple, he reaches down and pulls up her skirt. One hand on her tit, the other sliding into her panties, fingers move down until,

"Oh, fuck!  Baby, you are so wet." 

"You make me that way, love."

Bringing his soaked fingers up to her mouth, she opens for him, licking her juices off his fingers.

He cannot contain the growl like moan that escapes him. He has to taste her. 

He falls to his knees, ripping the lace panties off her body, letting the pieces fall to the floor. He smells her sweet musk, and it drives him wild with lust. He wraps his arms around her hips, spreading her legs. She leans into the wall for support while his lips find her clit and slit. His tongue slides into her, both moaning. His tongue plays with her clit, wetting a finger in her juices, he gently presses it into her ass. He times his licking with his finger thrusting, teasing her, building an orgasm for her. She moves her hands to his hair. He pulls his mouth off her and slaps her pussy. She cries out at the instant pain and pleasure that runs through her. 

"You moved your hands," he says, as his tongue finds her again. 

He pushes two fingers into her ass, and his tongue moves faster over her clit. 

Her breath speeds up; she can feel the orgasm beginning to build. Pulling his fingers out of her, kissing her pussy a final time, he stands up. 

His hands roughly fly over her body and spin her around. He undoes his pants, letting them fall to the ground. He presses his hard cock against her, making her feel how hard he is. Grabbing her hips, he pushes on her back, so she bends at the waist. Bracing herself against the wall, waiting for him to take her.

"Get ready, baby," he whispers. 

Her body is more than ready; juices are dripping from her pussy, coating his cock. He slides himself in, balls deep in her pussy. He holds himself still savoring the contractions of her pussy accepting him. Sliding his thumb into her ass, he can hold still no longer. He begins to thrust. Moving his thumb in time with his hips, pushing in and out of her. Slowly at first and then their two bodies move together. 

She rubs her clit while he is thrusting, so deep and hard, in and out of her. His cock completely covered in her juices. 

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," she moans.

"Yessssss," he moans, grabbing her hips and slamming himself into her.

She rocks back and forth on him, riding out her orgasm as he pumps his cum deep inside her.

After a few moments of recovery, he slowly pulls out of her. She turns to face him, cradling his face in her hands, she kisses him, long and deep.

They break the kiss, straighten out their clothes, and head down to dinner, satisfied and smiling.