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By *ig1gaz1 OP Man
over a year ago
bradford |
She laughed. She could not help it.
Somehow the stress had to go and laughing sure as heck was better than crying.
He patted the floor next to him as he settled down on the floor.
“We might as well make ourselves comfortable, this could be awhile.”
She sat down next to him, tucking her legs under her while shedding her very expensive shoes.
Time seemed to fly as they found a lot of things in common to talk about.
They seemed to have similar interests, as well as a poor upbringing and struggling to the top of their professions. He had attended the same types of schools, dreaming of a better future than what his parents had.
As he talked she studied his face, the small lines around his mouth that were more prominent when he smiled.
The sparkle in his hazel eyes when he smiled, the mocha color of his skin.
She noticed he was built very well which accounted for his fanatical bike riding.
His lips were full and his smile lit up his whole face.
Two strangers, in an odd situation, but she realized that talking to him seemed to ease the strain of the day.
With out thinking she laid her hand on his leg, feeling the firm muscle underneath, the silk of his suit, cool and inviting to her touch.
A lurch in her heart startled her; she seemed to be distracted by the feel of his leg, almost unable to breath.
He seemed to be experiencing the same thing, a catch in his throat causing him to cough to cover it.
Instinct took over as she leaned into him kissing his lips, her mouth hungry for the taste of him.
Alarms were going off in her head, but she ignored them, lost in the feeling of his mouth on hers.
He did not move away but instead increased the pressure, their mouths and tongues exploring new and exciting territory.
She gasped as his tongue played with hers, soft, tender yet strong.
She moved closer, lost in the smell of his cologne, a sigh escaped her lips.
She pulled back, looking into his eyes, asking the non verbal question, should we go on?
All she saw in his glance was pure and unadulterated lust, a passion for her.
He took her face in his hands,
pulling her closer to him,
kissing her,
laying claim to her lips.
Pulling herself into his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck she reveled in the ecstasy of the feel of him.
Pulling her blouse out of her skirt, he tugged her bra down, revealing the soft brown nipples that were standing up, wanting his caress.
He moaned her name as he kissed the soft mounds,
nuzzling his face between them,
holding them in his hands,
caressing the nipples with his thumbs.
Gripping his head in her hands, the feelings zinging through her body were so intense. She felt wetness between her legs as she realized that she wanted this man so intensely, it frightened and intrigued her at the same time. |
