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He laughs. “On that chair over there.”
Oh… he wants to fuck me on the weird torture chamber chair. “Yes… please.”
He pulls the zipper of my jacket down, and slowly peels it off, lets it fall to the floor. He slides his warm hand under my blouse, and instantly heats my skin. I melt a little. “Did you ever fantasize about me?” he asks.
“All the time,” I confess.
He reaches for the button of my fly, and I sink my rear deeper into him. “What did that look like?” he asks.
“Well, sometimes we made love in a nice fluffy bed,” I explain. “But most of the time, you fucked me against a wall; brick walls in alleyways, bedroom walls, the wall in my little studio loft one time.”
He pulls my pants over my hips, down my legs, ever so slowly, all the while, planting kisses down my legs. “Wow, I came over all the way to your house? Where was your husband?”
I let out a soft laugh. “He was away on business. My children were sleeping soundly.”
He toys with my panties, and I feel myself get wetter by the minute. “Naughty,” he whispers.
“It was just a fantasy…”
He reaches his hand into the front of my panties. “But this is real…” he says. “God, you’re wet.”
I close my eyes and lean my head against him — this feels so good. I love it when he takes it slow.
He pulls his hand away, and bites my shoulder playfully.
“You’re… such a tease,” I moan.
“I like to make you crazy,” he admits. “So you have a thing for wall sex?”
I smile. “I guess.”
“We’ll have to do something about that.”
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice so small. I turn to him and he helps me out of my shoes and jeans. I’m standing there in my blouse and panties. I reach for his jacket — I want him naked. I peel it off, and sink to my knees. I pull at his white tee, and lick the hot skin just above his navel. He groans so loudly, the sound bounces off the studio walls. He falls to his knees too, and he kisses me again.How am I ever going to go without this? I can’t.
He slides his mouth to the curve of my neck, and works the buttons of my blouse.
I’ll never have this again. I’ll never feel this again.
I peel off his shirt, and bite his shoulder, the one with the tattoo. He growls and tears off my blouse, he slides his rough hand into the cup of my delicate lace bra and frees my breast. My nipples are hard with arousal. He draws his mouth to my breast and makes me ache with pleasure. We are going to fuck right here on the cold concrete floor, and I don’t care. I want it so much.
His delicious mouth pulls from mine, and I ache for him. He stands and pulls me up. He wraps his large hands under my ass, and draws me in against him. I tighten my legs around his hips, and he carries me to the scary chair. He sinks into it with me still on top of him.
“Tell me you have a condom,” I mutter in his ear. “Please.”
He tilts his hips and reaches into his back pocket, his smile mischievous. He cups my face and we kiss again. It’s soft and sweet, but I’m eager to feel him inside me again. I reach for his fly, and dig into his jeans — he’s hard for me, so hard. “I love what I do to you,” I tell him.
“And you do it so easily.”
I wrap my hand around him, and we kiss again.
We fuck on the scary chair, and it’s mind-blowing, a little awkward and uncomfortable at times, but he makes me come so hard, I fear my insides might explode.
We’re all sweaty, post-bliss. I still have my white lace bra on, one breast dangling out, pressed against his bare chest. I still have my socks on too; pink ones with white polka-dots. He still has his jeans and boxers, lowered to just below his knees, and work boots on too. My hair is a tangled mess, and his is spiking up at a weird angle. “You look properly fucked,” he teases. “I like that look on you.”
I laugh. “I like that look on you too.”
We’re all dressed again, I’m sitting on the red sofa while he works on an important piece he needs to get done. I go and sneak a few peeks. He’s sexy as he wields and spins that long steel pipe. I don’t dare stand too close because it looks dangerous, and that fireball at the end of his stick looks like it could burn through flesh in a millisecond. But watching him is amazing — he’s a true magician.
