“I’ve been waiting for you.”
She grasps his hand and leads him into the dimly lit room. Her cave of seduction. She has played this moment out in her mind over and over. Imagining possible beginnings middles and finales. Now its time for the real thing. No more run throughs or dress rehearsals. Just her body, against his.
He swallows hard, and prays she doesn’t notice how sweaty his hands are. He thought about staying home tonight, telling her he was tied up at work. So terrified of what might happen. Swell- too late now. Oh shit… he thinks, she looks delicious. She smells like sweat and spring time. She leads his hands towards her hips. He can feel ever curve through the silk scrap of a slip. Every inch of her is in his hands.
She turns and pushes herself against a wall, inviting him to run his hands over her submissive form.
Oh god… oh fucking shit…
She is already pulsing and drenched by the time his brings his mouth to hers.
Their lips touch briefly, a quick caress. Once more. Twice more. Soft like the first time. Testing the waters. Then she dares and darts her tongue into his mouth. Driven by madness or ecstasy that’s all he needs. His tongue pushes against hers in a slow tango. She bites his bottom lip gently pushing his madness further tapping into his primal urges, they silently scream, more, more, more.
He stands at full attention as she wraps her leg around him and pulls him towards her. One-hand holds her ass the other holds her arms above her head. She moans softly as he runs a cool tongue down the length of her neck. He can’t remember his lame excuse for not wanting to come over. She can’t think of what she had planned next. They melt into forgetting.
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