I kissed him hard. I wanted him to forget everything about Addison. I could do kinky memorable sex too, right?
“I could use a little stress relief right now.”
He stepped forward right into my space, his eyes already bright with lust. “Now?”
“Right there.” I nodded behind us both to the stairs.
Chris grinned and pulled me in for a deep kiss, just a little dirty, and full of promise.
I gasped in surprise as he grabbed me and pushed me back against the staircase.
He kissed down my neck, hands sliding up my shirt to cup my breasts. I grabbed the back of his head, guiding him downward. I wanted his head between my legs.
I pulled up the skirt of the dress, giving him easy access.
Then his tongue was there, licking me from the bottom of my slit to the top.
I moaned, legs already trembling. Chris went to town, tongue pointedly flicking against my clit.
“Want your cock,” I gasped as Chris took me careening to the edge.
But he moved away from me then suddenly flipped me over. I heard a condom packet crinkle.
I was so hot and ready for his cock I could barely stand it.
Chris knocked my legs further apart. His hand gripped my hair.
He pushed into me just the way I liked it: Hard, and all at once.
I moaned out my pleasure, leaning back and letting gravity help impale me on that cock. “Harder, Chris,” I whimpered. “Take me.”
His hand in my hair tightened, creating a bright spark of pain that mixed beautifully with the pleasure. He thrust forward, slamming into me again and again. His thick cock lit up every nerve along the way.
I scrabbled, trying to push myself down on him, trying to establish a handhold against the rolling pleasure. I would not last too much longer, not like this.
Chris shifted slightly, pummeling my pussy with short hard thrusts that seemed to shoot pleasure right through me. My lips parted, and I let out a long piercing cry. “Oh, oh, Chris... please!...”
The orgasm crashed through me. My ecstatic moan echoed through the house.
Still jackhammering into me, Chris let out an impressive groan himself, spilling out.
We sprawled there for a few moments. Then Chris picked me up, kissed me softly, and carried me to bed, where he wrapped himself around me gently, like he loved me.
* * *
I wokeup when the door to the master suite opened. Chris came in with a tray of breakfast and a pot of tea.
“Smells amazing,” I said as he came over to kiss me.
“I figured you earned breakfast in bed,” he joked.
I threw the covers off.
“I’m actually not coordinated enough to manage breakfast in bed,” I admitted, “but I will take breakfast in the sitting area.”
The sun was streaming through the window, which looked out onto a back garden.
I nibbled a piece of bacon while Chris came back to the table with an envelope.
