Page 132 of The Strength Of A Woman

I leave my chair, take her hand, and invite her to lie on the bed.

“No way,” she says, laughing when I remove my vest and shoes and undo my shirt and buckle.

She leans back, props herself up on her elbows, and pushes a knee up while her dress slides to the side, revealing her other leg as well.

I move the layers of fabric to the side to take a peek at her panties again before I lie next to her and slide my fingers inside them.

Her smile is quickly replaced by a look of intense pleasure.

“Oh, damn it,” she murmurs, her eyes getting heavy.

One of her shoes falls to the floor, followed swiftly by the other before I push the waistband of her panties down a little and stroke her clit.

She half-leans on me, looking at me with burning eyes.

“You’ll ruin this dress,” she says, quietly, smiling.

“That’s the whole idea,” I reply, watching her blush and lowering her eyelids.

Biting her lip as she experiences pleasure.

Transformed, she comes to me and starts kissing me, deliriously swept away in a trance, and I let her, enjoying every moment of this.

It might be our last night.

It might be our last chance to taste this.

It might be our last goodbye before we meet again in eternity.

It might also be the beginning of a life of freedom.

It will be what it’s supposed to be.

But tonight is still our night.

So I let her show me how much she needs me.

How much she loves me.

How much I mean to her.

I need it all so I can face the madness awaiting me and, more importantly, avoid errors.

I need to win this fight as much as I need her in my life.

It’s important to both of us and all the people who depend on us.

She moves her mouth down my chest before trailing my abdomen and slowly undoing my pants so she can take me into her mouth.

She teases my body and plays with my heart while I watch her bob her head, her face covered by her hair.

When I get hard as wood, and glisten, throbbing in her mouth, she sheathes even more of me, and moves her fist down and up, firmly, how I like it, until she pushes me to the edge.

Still massaging my hardness, she looks at me, her cheeks red, her eyes drunk, her smile taunting, a hand reaching to her back to unzip her dress.

That’s when I push upright, grab the sides of her dress and rip it open, freeing her boobs.

She falls to her back, grinning, while I hover over her, biting her tits, and stroking her pussy, pushing her panties down all the way, so I can lodge myself between her legs.