Her body molded to mine, her curves fitting perfectly. Those full breasts pressing into my chest, her hips grinding subtly against me, sending sparks straight to my groin. God, she always did this to me. Even thinking about her during meetings, her laugh echoing in my mind, her focused gaze on the architectural sketches spread across the conference table, made my cock twitch. Hardening with an urgency that bordered on pain. And now, with her here, real and willing, it was throbbing, straining against the confines of mypants, demanding release. I could feel the heat radiating from her, her breath coming in short, needy gasps as our kiss grew more frantic.
I broke away just long enough to trail my lips down her neck, tasting the floral perfume that mixed with her natural scent, sweet, intoxicating, like jasmine after a summer rain. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her breath hot against my ear. "Keith..." she whispered, my name a plea that fueled the fire raging inside me. Her voice was husky, laced with the same desperation I felt. "I've been thinking about this all day. Ever since you looked at me this morning."
I grinned against her skin, nipping lightly at her collarbone. "You have no idea how hard it was to focus on those blueprints with you sitting there, biting your lip like that. Drove me insane." I lifted her then, my hands gripping her thighs as her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively. She was lighter than I expected, her body fitting against mine like it was made for this. I carried her toward the bed, our mouths finding each other again, tongues tangling in a dance that was raw, desperate. We bumped into a side table on the way, a lamp wobbling precariously, but neither of us cared. We fell onto the sheets in a tangle of limbs, the mattress dipping under our combined weight, the crisp white linens crumpling beneath us.
I pulled back, propping myself up on one elbow to look at her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes dark with desire. She was breathtaking, her dress rumpled from our frantic entrance, her wavy hair tousled from where my fingers had run through it. The asymmetrical hem of her dress had ridden up, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs. But I needed more. I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top briefly before sitting up against the headboard, the wooden slats cool against my shirt. “I don’t just want your body. I want your surrender, Aurelia. Strip for me," Icommanded, my voice rough, laced with the need that had been simmering all day. "Slowly. I want to savor every inch of you."
She hesitated for a second, her eyes meeting mine, a mix of shyness and boldness that made my cock ache. Then she smiled, that playful curve of her lips that drove me wild, and slid off the bed. Standing before me, she reached for the zipper at her side, her movements deliberate, teasing. The sound of the zipper descending was torture like a slow reveal in a private show just for me. The dress loosened, slipping off one shoulder first, revealing the smooth, fair skin I'd fantasized about. She let it fall to her waist, exposing her breasts. Full, perfect, nipples hardening in the cool air of the room, pink and begging for attention. My breath hitched, my dick pulsing as I imagined sucking on them, feeling them pebble under my tongue.
"You're killing me here, Aurelia," I groaned, shifting uncomfortably as my erection strained harder.
She laughed softly, a sound that sent vibrations straight through me. "Good. I want you to remember every detail." She shimmied the dress over her hips, the hem flaring out before pooling at her feet like discarded silk. Her body was a masterpiece. Curves that could bring a man to his knees, her waist nipping in before flaring to rounded hips, her thighs soft yet toned from hours spent walking job sites, leading to legs that seemed endless in those heels. She stood there in just her lace panties, her skin glowing under the room's soft lamplight, casting shadows that accentuated every dip and swell.
"Turn around," I growled, my voice thick. "I want to remember how that looks before I lose my mind completely."
She complied, pivoting on her heel with agonizing slowness, her heels clicking softly on the tiled floor. Her back was elegant, the line of her spine a graceful curve leading to the dimples at her lower back, just above where her panties sat low on her hips. And her ass. Fuck, it was perfection, round and firm, the lace hugging it just enough to tease, the cheeks begging to be grabbed, spanked, worshipped.
As she turned fully, facing away, I could see the subtle jiggle with each shift of her weight, my hands itching to feel it under my palms. When she faced me again, her breasts swayed slightly, full and inviting, nipples erect, her curves a symphony of femininity that made my mouth water. Every second of her strip had sent jolts to my dick, hardening it further, the pressure building until I thought I'd explode just from watching.
"You're so hard already," she teased, her eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in my pants. "All from this?"
"All from you," I admitted, my voice strained. "Come here."
She stepped closer, her eyes locked on mine, that teasing smile still playing on her lips. Without a word, she climbed onto the bed, straddling me but facing away, her ass pressing against my crotch. The contact was electric. She ground down slowly, her lace-covered pussy rubbing against my throbbing cock through my pants. I groaned, hands gripping her hips, feeling the softness of her skin, the heat radiating from her core. "Tease." I muttered, my voice strained as I thrust up instinctively, seeking more friction.
She laughed softly again, the sound vibrating through her body into mine. Turning her head to glance over her shoulder, her wavy hair falling like a curtain, she reached back, her hand finding my zipper. She tugged it down slowly, freeing my cock, her fingerswrapping around it with a firm grip that made me hiss. It was rock hard, veins pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip from the anticipation. "Can I suck it?" she asked, her voice husky, eyes dark with lust as she stroked me lightly, her thumb circling the head.
I nodded, words failing me as she shifted, turning to face me fully. She slid down, her breath hot against my length before her lips parted, taking me in. The warmth of her mouth was heaven. Wet, tight, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting me with deliberate licks. She bobbed slowly at first, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, her eyes looking up at me through those long lashes, innocent and sinful all at once. I threaded my fingers in her hair, guiding but not forcing, groans escaping as she took me deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate more of me. The sight of her lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowing with each suck was erotic perfection, pushing me to the edge faster than I wanted.
"You're incredible," I murmured, my hips bucking slightly. "Just like that... deeper."
She hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through me, her pace quickening as she sensed my building tension. Saliva glistened on her lips, her free hand cupping my balls gently, massaging them in time with her movements. I could feel the pressure coiling in my gut, but I wouldn't finish like this. Not yet. I wanted to savor her, make this last.
With a reluctant groan, I pulled her up, flipping us so she was beneath me on the bed. "My turn," I growled, stripping off my shirt in one swift motion, then my pants, then her laced panty, leaving us both naked. Her eyes roamed over my body, lingering on the scar across my chest, but I didn't give her time to ask. I kissed her hard, claiming her mouth again, then trailed down herbody, sucking her nipples into my mouth one by one, biting gently until she moaned, her back arching off the bed. "Keith..." she whimpered, her hands tangling in my hair.
I smiled against her skin, my hand slipping between her legs, finding her wet and ready. My fingers circled her clit, dipping inside her slick folds, thrusting slowly at first. She writhed beneath me, her hips bucking up to meet my touch. "You're so wet for me," I whispered, adding a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that made her gasp. "Tell me what you want."
"You," she breathed, her voice breaking. "Inside me."
But I wasn't done teasing. I kissed lower, my tongue tracing patterns down her stomach, over her hips, until I settled between her thighs. I spread her legs wider, blowing cool air over her heated core before diving in. My tongue lapped at her clit, sucking gently, then flicking faster as her moans grew louder. "Oh god, Keith... don't stop," she pleaded, her fingers gripping the sheets. I inserted two fingers again, pumping in rhythm with my tongue, feeling her walls clench around me. She tasted sweet, addictive, and I devoured her like a man starved. I was a man starved, but only for her.
Her body tensed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I'm close... so close." I increased the pressure, sucking harder. And she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she cried out my name. I lapped up every drop, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling, oversensitive.
She was still high from her climax when I positioned myself at her entrance, thrusting in slowly, her tightness gripping me like a vice, making me groan deeply. She was soaked, her pussy clenchingaround me as I built a rhythm, deep and steady, our bodies slapping together. Her nails dug into my back, leaving marks I knew I'd feel tomorrow. "You feel so good," I murmured, pounding harder, her moans filling the room. "So tight, so perfect."
"Faster," she begged, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Harder, Keith." I obliged, my thrusts becoming relentless, the headboard banging against the wall with each one. But I wasn't done. I flipped her to her hands and knees, her ass up in the air, perfect and round, presented like a gift. I slapped it lightly, watching the flesh jiggle, a red mark blooming on her pale skin. "You like that?" I asked, rubbing the spot soothingly.
"Yes," she moaned, pushing back against me. "More."
I slapped again, harder this time, then thrust in from behind, deeper from this angle, hitting spots that made her scream. The view was incredible. Her ass cheeks rippling with each impact, her back arched, hair cascading down. "Cum for me again," I commanded, reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles. It didn’t take her much and she did, once more. Her body trembling, pussy drenching me as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her juices coating my thighs. Flipping her back to missionary, pounding relentlessly, her legs wrapped around me, heels digging into my back.
I reached to pinch her nipples, eliciting more moans. "You look so sexy like this," I said, my hands on her hips, guiding her pace.
She ground down, circling her hips, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone. I thrust up to meet her. Finally, I felt my own release building. "Can I cum inside you?" I asked, on the edge, sweat slicking our bodies, the room filled with the scent of sex.
"Yes," she gasped, pulling me closer. "I've got an IUD. Do it."
I exploded, thrusting deep one last time, filling her with hot spurts, the release intense, stars bursting behind my eyes.
