Blake was the type of man who was difficult -in fact, down-right impossible- to ignore. It wasn't his stature that set him apart from other men, although at over 6 feet tall, he tended to tower over most women. It wasn't his complexion that kept him from the crowd either, although his caramel colored skin paired with glossy black hair reminiscent of a raven's wing ensured that many women gave him covert, covetous glances. It wasn't even his personality that drew others to him like hummingbirds to a droplet of succulent nectar. Rather, his allure lay in his presentation of himself to the outside world. He stood tall, shoulders back, confident yet relaxed in his pose. His smile could warm even the darkest of souls, while his laugh would easily entice anyone to share in his mirth. He was a man who was confident of himself, and that is the most potent draw of all, to men and women alike.
While supremely aware of his own attributes, Blake also possessed modesty, which ensured that he was always surrounded by friends and colleagues who used him as a central hub of activity. It was that particular quality that raised his estimation in the eyes of his superiors, who, after a meeting, agreed to a promotion to a partner in the law firm in which Blake was currently ensconced.
Thrilled at this prospect, Blake could hardly contain his excitement long enough to express his gratitude towards and shake hands with his new business partners and bid them adieu before he quickly strode back to his office and packed his briefcase up. Strolling to his car, a large smile on his face, he dug out his cell phone and called his wife. "Willow," he said in a calm voice, "We're going out this evening. I'll be home in half an hour, and I expect you to be ready." After telling her he loved her, he hung up the phone, entered his car, and began the journey home.
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Blake inserted the glistening brass key into its sheath before turning it deftly to unlock the heavy oak front door. It swung open on silent hinges, a testament to the fruitful upkeep of its owners, and as Blake stepped over the threshold, he paused. The briefcase thudded to the floor from suddenly limp fingers while Blake's lungs ceased to work and his eyes stared in surprise at the scene before his eyes. Scattered generously in a path from the front door to its destination was a cloud of red, pink and white hued rose petals, their delicate fragrance wafting up from where Blake's feet had crushed some of them on the dark hardwood floor. Their startling contrast was further illuminated by lighted tapers in the sconces on the wall, which cast their flickering shadows throughout the home and along the seductive trail.
His breath exhaling in a quiet whoosh, Blake dropped his keys onto the table resting usefully against the wall next to the front door, kicked off his leather shoes, then reached out to close the door, almost in a daze. His ears perked slightly as he heard soft music emanating from what must be the destination of the petal trail, and he followed both with slow, measured footsteps, barely aware of even putting one foot in front of the other as his senses took in the scene. He turned into the hallway, following the path to his bedroom, where the door was wide open in a welcoming invitation for him to step inside.
Upon entering the room, a voluptuous form unfolded from the bed, swathed in a sheer verdant negligee that was practically transparent when its wearer stood, as now, in front of the roaring fireplace; the sole source of illumination in the room. Blake stared, his attention arrested by the beautiful woman standing before him, her toes curling almost shyly into the thick, plush rug beneath her feet. His gaze traveled upward, to smooth, well-toned calves, soft knees, and tantalizingly tender thighs that he knew cradled heaven at their apex. Further up was a pillowy tummy where he'd oft rested his weary head after a long day's work, and adorning that, almost like a mantel, were two perfect breasts, lush and straining the thin material of the negligee with their fullness, the darkened nipples and aureoles easily visible through the lace. Up his eyes traveled, past the neck with its deliciously beating life vein throbbing at either side, past the lightly flushed cheeks and impish turned up nose, to the warm blue eyes that watched him knowingly. He opened his mouth to speak, but she shook her head once before stepping to him lightly to place a finger over his lips.
Without a word, Willow stepped into her husband, knowing the effect of her meagerly clad body on his male lust, especially when she pressed herself close like this. Her eyes pierced his as she watched him, letting him see just how much she wanted him, how desperately she wanted to please him. Her hands worked deftly at the dark purple silk tie that encircled Blake's neck, loosening the knot before slowly slipping it over his head and dropping it soundlessly to the floor. Never breaking eye contact, she moved her hands to the back of his neck, tracing his shirt collar, letting her fingertips touch his skin delicately as she ran them along the collar to the front to unfasten the top button. One, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Her fingers trembled as they moved to the second button, and she moved her head forward to press a small kiss at Blake's Adam's apple while the second button was released from its cage.
In torturously methodical slow motions, Willow moved on to each consecutive button, her lips creating a blazing trail of fire behind her fingertips as she kissed her way down Blake's throat and chest. As she got lower, she dropped softly to her knees, knowing this was Blake's favorite position of hers. On her knees, ready to serve and awaiting his every whim and desire. Her heart beat faster in excitement, and the dull throb in her clit strengthened as her fingers moved to the waistband of Blake's slacks. His erection already formed a tent beneath the neatly creased material, and she smiled inwardly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the bulging seam as the belt buckle was released and the supple leather was slid with a slight hissssss from the loops. The button was the next to be undone, Willow's mouth continuing to tantalize Blake's hard cock through the thick material, and finally teeth gripped zipper, and the quiet zzzzzzzzzpp was heard in the relative quiet in the room before the arousing sound of the slacks and briefs hitting the floor with a quiet thump. Holding the hems, Willow looked up silently at Blake, who in his turn lifted his feet from the floor and out of the discarded pants and socks.
