Laura no longer smiled. As she stepped into Kevin, her eyes half closed, darkening to a stormy green. The moment was impossibly slow as she lifted her head to his. Her lips parted slightly and the tip of her tongue was barely visible. Her hand reached out to hold his arm and from there to slide up to his shoulder. The touch, so simple, was incredibly erotic as they drew nearer.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Only a breath separated their lips. His stomach suffered a tempest of anxiety as he realized he had to control the moment immediately. Kevin opened his mouth to speak, ready to put the force of thunder behind his intentions. He was ready to draw a line in the sand. Hold on. If he spoke, the moment and all the exhilarating electricity it harnessed would be over. That was the point, wasn't it? Of course it was, but there was no need to sunder so harshly the sudden sexual high between them. There was no need to create days of awkward tension. Take control. Take control right now. Just don't speak.
In that rush of incongruous logic, the kind of human logic that only makes sense in the moments that harm the most, Kevin made the choice not speak, but rather to act. With a sudden set jaw, he reached for the hand on his shoulder and clutched her wrist aggressively. In fear and alarm, Kevin looked into Laura's green eyes. Was he too aggressive? Was this assault? He should have just stepped away. Why didn't he grab her wrist with his other arm to create a barrier between them? Because she was so close, he might have hit her face; which certainly would have been assault.
Fuck, she was close. He could almost ... almost ... feel the heave of her breasts against him. He could certainly already smell the morning's cigarette on her breath. It was time to stop. It was time to not just grab hold of the moment but to push it away.
All of these thoughts rushed through his head in a blink of time. As fast as Kevin's head was firing, his heart was beating even faster. And as fast as his heart was beating, his lungs failed to take a single breath. Maybe that was why he was caught off guard when Laura gasped.
Her hypnotic green eyes widened in momentary alarm when he took hold of her wrist. Her muscles tensed in alarm only for that blink of time that Kevin's head was thumping with too many thoughts. She probably didn't have the same confusion rattling around her mind. Rather, she melted against him. Ever muscle in her body seemed to soften in a feminine counter to his aggression. Her breasts now pressed fully against his chest.
And their lips touched. Again.
The ashy cigarette taste was there again. Once again, it quickly dissolved beneath the beauty of Laura's kissing. Her diminutive tongue flicked past his lips in a sultry tease before pressing invasively; pushing deeper into his mouth to duel with his tongue. Fucking God, she could kiss. Why couldn't his girlfriend kiss like this?
There it was. Kevin spared a thought for Stacey and felt no remorse at all.
Her full breasts crushed into his chest made her seem all the softer, and it made Kevin all the harder. Without thought, he reached for her ass to pull more of her against him. Laura cooed as she ground against his swelling cock.
Brakes, brakes, brakes; where were the fucking brakes? Kevin looked up at the clock over Laura's shoulder. There was probably fifteen minutes before anybody else came in, maybe ten. Laura started to twist out of her work shirt and the shirt underneath. She lifted them above her bra and then curled her bra over her breasts. Fuck, but they were perfect. Kevin didn't know a damn thing about cup sizes but his instincts didn't give a fuck. His mouth watered while beholding the full sized cream colored breasts before him. The bra, not quite out of the picture, forced her breasts together. His twitching cock was begging to push between Laura's cleavage. Fuck, but they were perfect. Not like Stacey's tiny, giant-nippled mammaries.
Damn it, stop thinking of Stacey. No! Keep thinking of Stacey. Keep thinking of Stacey and the clock. Someone was going to be there in ten minutes. Wait. He was the one that was supposed to be there in ten minutes. There was actually twenty minutes of privacy. Was that right? Looking at her breasts it seemed impossible to keep it straight.
Split the difference. Fifteen minutes.
Kevin caressed both sides of Laura's curvy and feminine waist. He smiled wolfishly as he moved his hands slowly up towards her breasts. Somewhere behind the lust fog and the squeaking of the hamster wheel turning over and over in his head, a yellow eyed predator was pleased with the way Laura held her breath with her mouth agape.
Kevin's hands were then upon her breasts, hefting them from beneath. They were the perfect amount of weight. He could nearly hear the predator leering from behind the haze in his head as he squeezed tighter. Laura made no sound. She was a taught body of lust and pleasure and nothing more. Kevin, not too gently, rolled her nipple between his fingers, and at last Laura gasped. The erotic escape of air from her lips was like a shot in the air, starting the horses to thunder their beating hooves into the dirt of the track. Kevin's mouth lunged for her breast.
Laura growled somewhere between a whisper and a cry as his kiss latched on. Her hands clutched the back of his head, weaving and tugging through his hair. Kevin's mouth pulsed and sucked and bit against both of Laura's breasts in turn. His ears pricked to the sound of her heavy breathing, a lusty uneven expiation of passion, arousing his own need by degree.
Kevin grunted against her swollen nipple. Of course she knew to not speak. She knew just how to keep him mesmerized by her spell of sex. She didn't break the magic with insecure dirty talk. "Just like that." "Oh, that feels so good." "Do you like my tits, baby?" Nothing like that. Those words were hot when Stacey said them. But Laura's magic of lust sighs and moans and groans made him hotter and harder than he had been with Stacey in far too long.
The stream of conscious thought pushed back the predator passion he was feeling and he pulled away from Laura's breasts, settling his hands around her waist once again. With heaving chests and equally hungry eyes, they stared at one another. Kevin's head was reeling, but not so much that he wasn't acutely aware of the blood pumping directly to his cock. Fuck, fuck and triple fuck. How was he going to bring this to its conclusion? They couldn't have intercourse. Intercourse? Call it what it was. Fuck. They couldn't fuck. He didn't have a condom, and ... well, they just couldn't. It wouldn't be right. Not like they had done anything right that morning. Kevin couldn't suppress a smile. The predator within told him that much of what he was doing to her was just perfect. And she wasn't making many sexual missteps either.
A quick glance at the clock once more told them they were almost out of time. Now, certainly, they had ten minutes at best. Maybe he could just smile and walk away. That would be mysterious and face saving. Later on they could have the talk. Later on he could be firm in the way he approached her. Of course, he was quite firm just then.
Laura smiled and nodded. What did that mean?
The answer came as Laura unsnapped her jeans in the same motion of kicking off her shoes. Kevin spared another look at the clock. This wasn't going to work, and now his stomach was once more knotted as all the wrong alarms sounded throughout his body. Only his cock insisted that everything would be fine.
Just make her cum, the wolf inside him growled. Just make her cum and then you can stop. You have time for that. He was sure that he did. He knew his deft touch would be magic on her clit. He knew her wet pussy was going to yield to his ministrations. He knew he could play her. Make her cum and then he could walk away. Then the moment would be complete like it was meant to be.
Kevin reached down her panties, one finger easing through the folds of her wet pussy. Her pubic hair was fuzzy-soft like a peach. Obviously it was her norm to shave her pussy clean and merely hadn't in the last few days. Stacey kept her bush trim, but there was always a bush. In that moment, Kevin decided he liked the idea of a shaven pussy.
The folds of her pussy weren't just wet, but swollen. Her clit protruded and it was easy to find. Not like Stacey's pussy. Stacey's pussy was more like a rose that refused to bloom and needed some coaxing. Laura's pussy was open and receptive and inviting. Kevin couldn't wait. He hurried to slide two fingers deep inside her pussy, curling his touch to rub where he knew her mythical g-spot would be.
Laura growled, and when her green eyes rolled up, the wolf within howled. Kevin pressed his body against her, pinning his hand inside her pussy, his fingers twisting and pulling. He kissed her almost violently, and she mewled in response. He was only dimly aware of her hands pushing her panties down somewhere near her ankles.
They kissed furiously, both of them gasping for air in short groans when they could. There was an urgency to their passion, even as he meticulously and carefully pulled his fingers from her pussy to rub his thumb over her clit. Her eyes rolled up again. Fuck, but he was starting to love that about her. He imagined every upward roll of her green fiery eyes was a step closer to her orgasm. And fuck if it didn't make him harder.
Laura sensed it, too, and started tugging at his belt. Oh, yes, his cock was begging to be freed. His cock was begging to plunge into this pussy. His cock was begging to explode.
