We had a good night and as we climb the steps to her attic room she stops at the first landing and hesitates.
“What?”
She appears a little anxious.
“I don’t know. I suppose we have had such a lovely evening. I, well, could we perhaps sleep in your room tonight?”
She steps closer, running her hand up to my chest, her beautiful eyes soft and dancing with desire.
“We are moving forward, Joseph. The attic room, well, that is my past. It comforts me, but I don’t need it anymore. You are my comfort now and I kind of want to let go of the past.”
I smooth her hair away from her face and stare adoringly into her eyes.
She whispers, “How can we move on from the past if we drag it along with us?”
I say nothing and merely kiss her gorgeous lips and when I pull away, I take her hand.
“To the future. After you, Mrs. Ravera.”
She smiles and my heart is full as I follow her to my room. A place I never thought I’d bring any woman, let alone my wife.
As we step inside, the familiar wraps me in comfort and as Tiffany shrugs off her fur coat, it falls in a heap onto the fur rug below it.
“I want you to fuck me on this coat on the floor of your room.”
I raise my eyes and she giggles as she slowly peels off her clothes, a suggestive smile on her face.
“I want the unusual tonight; nothing must be familiar. Show me what it’s like to be owned by you.”
Her teasing smile is like gasoline on my fire and as I rip off my shirt, her pupils dilate as she bites in her bottom lip.
“Lie on the floor.”
She does as she’s told, moaning at the sensation of the fur on her back and I’m conscious we are about to ruin a very expensive designer coat.
It doesn’t take me long to be naked, and I kneel between her legs, devouring her beauty with a desire lit gaze.
She is so beautiful, her innocence a huge attraction to someone like me.
I waste no time in leaning down, biting that soft lip, the gentle pressure causing her to groan. My jaw scratches her delicate skin and as I trail my kiss to her neck, my teeth graze her skin, no hands touching her body. She sighs and my cock jerks with impatience, but I’m not ready yet.
She makes to touch me, and I pin her wrists on either side of her, my kisses hard, demanding and not loving but passionate.
As I move down her body, not one inch of her flesh escapes my attention, her tits responding to my tongue, sucking themone by one into my mouth. She trembles like a sacrifice on an altar and she is. She has sacrificed her innocence to the devil, and I will never forget that.
I reach her pussy, the promised land, and as I feast, her long moan and sweet taste gives me everything I need.
“Oh, god.”
Her climax builds, so I flip her on her front, grasping her hair in my fist, hissing, “Get on all fours.”
She scoots up, her ass waving tantalizing in the air and I grip her hips, edging my cock against her soaking wet pussy from behind.
She pushes back against my cock, and my fingers find her clit, rubbing against it, coaxing it to the edge.
“Oh my god, Joseph.”
She is almost there, so I slap her tempting ass hard, the shock causing her to cry out, the faint blush of red satisfying on her creamy white skin. Before she can complain, I push inside her, the sudden attack causing her to cry out and as I press down on her clit, she groans and pushes back, taking me deeper, desperation mixing with lust as her climax builds.
