I knocked on the oak door of the townhouse; my knees shook as I thought about what the night would bring. I heard him approach and the door opened, bringing the soft sounds of smoky R&B and the glimmer of firelight. He stood in perfectly worn jeans and a soft shirt that was unbuttoned low enough to make my mouth water. My eyes travelled down slowly and I smiled slowly at his bare feet, somehow sexy looking against the hardwood floor.
"C'mere, angel," the half-order came out on a rasp and I reacted immediately to the familiar tone. He reached for my hand and pulled me into the circle of his arms and reached around to slide his other hand down my back and over my ass possessively. His lips slipped over my neck and with a groan he kicked the door shut and backed me against it. "God, you smell like a wet-dream." He held my face steady and locked his heated gaze with mine. "Let me get you some wine, babe. Then I want you out of these clothes and under me. After I have made you come half-a-dozen times and had my fill of your luscious body, you can tell me how your day was." He winked and grinned, took my hand and led me to the kitchen.
I took down glasses and he poured wine, gathered some grapes and simple cookies on a tray and we carried them to the bedroom. More candles were lit and the fireplace was lit, casting a warm glow to the cozy room. Jack set down the tray, took his wine and sat back on the bed. He slowly finished unbuttoning his shirt and ran his hand over his chest and over the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Okay, angel. I want you naked. Take each piece off for me baby." His eyes grew warm and sexy, his pose relaxed and alert at the same time. I felt myself grow wet at the sight of him stretched out for me, stroking himself slowly, almost without thinking. His brown chest was visible in the space where his shirt had fallen open, a line of soft hair lead down his flat stomach into his jeans.
I licked my lips and reached up to let my hair down, shaking it down my back and over my shoulders. Then I pinched my nipples through my blouse, making them hard against the satin. When I unbuttoned the blouse and let it fall open, I squeezed each breast in my hands and let my eyes fall half closed, watching Jack's cock get longer in his jeans. He pulled on the fly and released it, grunted on a long stroke as I pinched my nipples once again. I let my blouse fall halfway down my arms as I reached around to unzip my black skirt, and it fell in a pool at my ankles. I wore stockings and panties, heels and a sheer bra. My blouse hung by my elbows. I reached down with one hand and stroked my heated pussy through the silk panties while my other hand continued to work a tortured nipple. I was breathing heavily and my knees were starting to shake.
