Yeah, I’m at a severe risk of passing out due to low blood pressure and my dick’s about to explode.“You’re driving me crazy.I can’t get through the night like this.”From the moment she slid into view this evening my cock’s been butting up against my fly threatening to bust its way through the zip.Okay, so that was only five minutes ago, but the effect this woman has on me is that extreme.
Disbelievingly, she rolls her eyes.“Honestly, Dylan, I don’t know what you think I’ve done.”
I grab hold of her hand and turn it so that it’s pressed over the bulge distorting my fly.“This.You’ve turned me into a walking tripod, that’s what.”
Kira fights to stop her lips quirking up into a smile.“Oh dear, yes, you do seem to have a bit of a problem there.”
A bit!Like I only have a semi, or something, not the sort of raging boner that could probably drill holes through the door shielding us from all the other guests.“I fear it needs urgent care.”
I press into her, savouring her scent as she slides the teeth of my zip apart.
“Then I’d best take a look.”
She smells so damn good, midnight and engine oil… No, not really, but it sounds romantic, and she’s not floral or aggressively spicy like the women I’m paid to fake it with.There’s no faking anything with Kira.She lays me bare.
“Yes, there does seem to be quite a bit of stiffness.Can you flex it at all?”
Damn her, she’s killing me with her first-responder-like assessments.“Kira…”
Her hand wraps around my dick, and instantly I’m all groan and zero resistance.Actually, you know what?We can play this however she wants.I’m absolutely fine being the patient if she wants to be the doc.I’ve no complaints over her bedside manner whatsoever.The slide of her hand around me feels amazing, if not exactly soothing.When she exposes the tip, I can’t help but buck against her.
“What the hell do you do to me?”A few more touches like that and she could have me shooting.
She laughs, a sound that gives me eargasms.“All the things you love, and think you shouldn’t.”
Too true.“Succubus,” I hiss.It’s still the only rational explanation for any of this.
“That’s right,” she nods sagely, before bursting into a grin that paints licks of silver through her eyes.Our lips meet.Her tongue presses home, subduing mine.I love how we kiss; how it gets so breathless and frantic, and how even when my breath is all sucked away all that matters is the burn of possessing her and being possessed in turn.It’s a long kiss as she strokes me.Neither of us want to let go, until I tease the tip of my tongue against the roof of her mouth and feel her shiver right the way down to her toes.I’m not sure how I discovered that particular electric point, but I’ve been ruthlessly exploiting it ever since.
Then again, nor do I specifically recall putting my hands on her arse, or hitching up her long skirt so that her legs are bared.She’s wearing lace topped stockings tonight, held up by suspenders.I follow the line of her lingerie upwards to where they meet her…No panties.
Oh dear God!My throat goes dry.No panties.
Kira without panties is more temptation than I can possibly resist.I groan loudly into her mouth, while clamping a hand around the back of her neck and drawing her close, as if my little show of strength proves I’m in charge of this situation, and not that I’m putty for her to play with.
“See something that interests you?”
She makes a fist around my cock, and I buck into the tunnel she’s formed.
“Could be.”
“Something you might like to pet?”
Playful stroking isn’t quite how my thoughts are leaning.They’re more inclined towards something decidedly energetic.
I pull her closer, lifting one of her legs so that it’s slung high around my hip, and grind our loins together.
“Ten minutes, Dylan.”I can hear the muffled hum of the Tannoy system announcing that fact to the attendees lingering in the vestibule.Kira’s teeth nip my earlobe.“That’s how long you’ve got before we’re obliged to be in our seats.So, whatever it is you think you want, you’d better get on with taking it.”
I don’t need to be instructed twice.Immediately I let my trousers drop, so that they pool around my calves.Kira’s hands find purchase on my arse, her fingers clenching and relaxing in time with the unconscious roll of my hips.I can’t keep still, even as I’m tearing the foil and sheathing my cock.
“Lube?”she enquires, knowing that I carry it as well as condoms in my pockets.
“Not necessary.”A fact I ascertain with a quick check—sliding my fingers through folds of her sex.Yup, we’re good to party.Only she wriggles about until her back is facing me, and it’s her shapely bottom I’m being presented with, not her wet and hungry pussy.
So, I’m definitely no expert on women, but it doesn’t require any mental gymnastics to figure out what she’s asking for twerking her arse like that.She rubs herself against my thinly sheathed cock, driving me mental.
Ah, fuck.“Are you sure about this?”
