Him.
You flood my mind throughout the day...in and out of meetings, conference calls, deal-making...but it's all you. When I last left, you had no further agenda for the day, merely laying naked in the bed, the crisp white sheets barely draped over, covering only half of your ass...looking like a dream. And now...I stand in the elevator, scanning my card and taking the forever journey up to find you...so fucking needy for you*
Her.
I'd like to say I was productive... But actually, I lazed... Daydreamed... Took a bath... Stared out the window... Thought about you... I lied. There are clothes. But I prefer yours. I like smelling you on my skin. I glance at the clock and I know you're due...
And that's how I wait for you...
Your shirt skimming my bare skin
The room is dark... Just the city lighting up the room.
Him.
The ding of the elevator rings out after an eternity. And the first thing I see is darkness. Shapes furnish the room all in black. And the lit-up city is the most prominent visual. Floor to ceiling...a brilliant view. All until I catch your dark silhouette against the window, and the slight strip of white light from the outside...my shirt, hanging over your naked body.
My coat is shrugged...keys dropped...my determination to get over to you right away...carnal desire...burnt into my face as I stride towards you*
Her.
I don't turn... I just offer a soft tilt of my head. My hair falls to one side and my neck is left bare. Your shirt has fallen from one shoulder too, so makes skin is there for you, yours to touch... To taste... To have. I am not wearing anything underneath so your shirt just skims my ass... And I know how you like that ... So I stand on my tiptoes, legs tenses, my ass firm, and the hem grazes my mound, a constant reminder of my nakedness
Him.
My black tie still on tight, I step up behind you, taking notice of the small quick peeks that you allow your body to send me...seeing your nakedness, the thought of your skin, your fresh, bare ass, your naked, soft, and perfect pussy...your nipples hardened and poking through the thin shirt fabric...all of these images, thoughts, feelings...
They run straight into my cock. And he swells, at every thought of you. So abruptly that he can be felt snaking up the inside of your inner thigh behind my dress pants, pressed against you as my arms loop around and hands move up your chest, fingers pulling down at the open top edge of the shirt*
Her.
I stand still for a moment. Long eyelashes fluttering closed. My heart beats fast... My body changing... Awakening... Until I can't stand it... I need you. I turn... And whilst clothing may be lacking... The rest of me has been preened to perfection. Inky dark smudges make my ocean blue eyes pop. Red sultry lips that belong around your cock. Pretty plum nails... Matching toes. Hair falling in loose sexy curls. My skin is smoothed, lotioned, scented. Your finger drops from the collar...I step back so I rest against the window, and I flick the one closed button. With a roll... The crisp white shirt falls. Naked. The only thing on my body is the city lights... And your gaze.
Yours ❤️
Him.
Watching it all. Complete perfect. As I've come to know you. Fuck. I fucking need you. My eyes following your every move, the swell and rise of my cock so brazen and noticeable that there's nothing I could do to hide it. My deep brown eyes lock with yours, and I take a tiny step your way, my eyes never breaking now, my right hand just flipping my top button...the zip flying open just from the stretch of the fabric alone...
the thick base of my cock bending as I just thumb the pants down...raising my chin as I come within inches of your face*
Her.
My fingers reach forwards and with a short sharp tug, your shirt splits open. I let in gape as my fingers reach in, starting at your shoulders my nails rake down your skin... with 4 long red lines on each side... Over your broad chest, bumping over each rib, the dip of your stomach... And to your pants. I waste no time. the need is too much. A pull and they drop... Your cock sings as he's freed... And I lean forwards... But I don't kiss your lips...Instead... Your jaw... Neck... chest...And I slowly lower... Leaving a trail of perfect red lip marks on your skin.
Him.
I consider shrugging the shirt off...but I decided against it. Wanting you to feel it against your cheek, or your collarbone as I reach down to feel your skin. I know what's coming...and my cock does too...he looks right at you. My strong chest rises as your lips drag down my skin...and I spread my feet shoulder-width. My fingertips move to your body and let you fall as I press them against you, slowing bumping along the contour of your frame until they move in along your neckline and then feel your jaw slipping through them, and just before they clear it...you feel the tug, and lift your head up at my fingertip's command, looking up at me looking down."Show me what a good girl you are."
Her.
My gasp is loud. A jolt. You can do that in an instance. I am a good girl... I will be a good girl... But I've missed him... He needs special attention... "Hands... Or no hands...?"
Him.
"Start with no hands."
"And show me how much you've missed him."
Her.
My hands rest on the backs of your thighs, just above your knees, you feel my soft fingers against your skin. I settle into my knees, getting comfortable... My head lowers further to your inner thigh. That's where I start. Long lazy kisses along your skin. All the way up to your hip bone. You feel my hairbrush against your cock... But it's the only contact...
My mouth is occupied with your skin... Tasting, licking, biting.
Discovering every inch of you... But I'm never far...He can feel my breath, a glance of my chin, the sweep of my cheek as I inch closer... Closer
Him.
I feel a deep urge within to grab your head...to take you by force...but I stop myself, incredible restraint..." not yet", I think. But then your seductive dance begins...your hair is the first touch I notice... it's so soft and elegant in its loose curls. I feel the light touch of your purple fingernails against my thighs...not digging in but hopefully not for long. My expression, locked to yours, is that of strong control, but weakening...as my eyelids fall slightly... my teen gritting in a primal sneer. Pure desire.
Her.
My gaze rises... I know how slutty I look... Knelt for you, deep red lips eager and waiting... But my blue eyes don't blink once as my tongue extends, I don't need to look... I know... The very tip of my tongue makes contact with a sweep in a soft circle around your smooth pulsing head. He flexes at my touch and precum leaks... I beam... My first reward. My tongue is there, lapping, dipping into your slit to take every drop... Which I savor. Your taste... Mine.
Him.
I watch and wince as the cum soaks onto your tongue and you close your lips to complete the tasting. I want to give you so much more. So that's what I'll do. My fingers lift your jaw slightly...my thumb against your cheek...pushing so your mouth falls open, a bit wider with the motion. Your tongue slides out for another taste...and you pause as my hand moves to my girthy shaft...then the tapping of the thick under vein...against your tongue, tap tap tap tap... Every so often pulling him out and running the slit over your red lips...repeating this until I set him flat on your tongue and, looking down at you, give a slow single nod.*
Her.
"put your palms on the glass" I murmur before my lips pout... And rest flush against your tip. My nails grip your thighs a little tighter... Can you see that creamy smear of you against my sexy red fuckable lips... Do you want them... Does he need them... The nod. It's all I need. I lean back, moving away... But my fingers pull bringing you with me. They run up the backs of your thighs to grip your ass and my head rests against the glass. No, where to go. .
And you...
You can look out across the city... Top floor...
