"You shouldn't be here," he said, watching her from across the room. Damn her! She knew how he wanted her, how he could not resist her. Why in the hell had she come?
"I know, but I had to see you." She was nervous and elated. She had done as intended. She was in love with this man and had caught him off guard, with his defenses down…vulnerable.
"Why are you here?"
"I told you on the phone that I had something for you." She wasn't a temptress, but she knew of the effect she had on this man, and she was going to use it to her full advantage.
She began moving towards him, taking off her shirt with this step, her skirt with that one…and when she reached him, she was wearing nothing more than a blue satin bra and matching satin panties. It was his favorite color and the desire that darkened his eyes told her without words what it did to him to see her like that.
During their brief acquaintance, they had become rather intimately involved, without really being involved. There had been no actual sex, and there never would be. There were just hints and touches, and looks and words, but before she could walk away completely, she needed to share this one last intimacy with him.
"It's over, baby. Let it go." Desperation laced his voice.
She reached for the hem of his T-shirt and with little resistance, she had it off him and on the floor. She then reached for the snap on his jeans.
" I know. Believe me, I know all too well that it's over." Though her voice sounded steady to her own ears, she felt the quiver in her throat and the tears that threatened to spill over, so she didn't say anymore, she just unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, easing them down his legs. He had on black cotton boxers that formed a tent over his cock. Once his jeans were off, she eased the boxers down around his cock and then on down his legs to follow the path of the jeans.
He stood before her naked and aroused his heart in the depths of his blazing eyes. Golden flames leapt out at her with all the intensity of a raging inferno. She smiled softly and dropped to her knees, staring at the evidence of his want. There was no turning back.
She reached out to cradle him between her palms. The head was a combination of purple and red and there was a clear drop glistening on the tip. Before she could change her mind, she touched the tip of her tongue to him, licking away the drop, only to have it replaced by another.
His groan was one of helpless surrender.
Placing her hands on his hips, she inched close enough that she could take him fully into her moist and warm mouth. Tickling her way down, her hands found his balls and cupped their weight, massaging them. Her tongue traced the length and width of his cock, coiling itself around him, tasting him, and loving him. Sliding her mouth down the shaft, she moved up and down on him until he was thrusting, bucking his hips, touching the back of her throat.