The Prime of Autumn (re-Write)

[Andrew]

It was a quiet autumn evening, the quiet darkness of the study enveloped me as I worked on another boring article for some faceless blog about... something or other. The work was droll, but at least it paid well. The only light in the study was the glow of the laptop as it illuminated my tired face, the only sound the near constant tapping of fingers on keys. Freelancing was like this sometimes, just endless hours laboring away at what was essentially nonsense...

Just as I took a moment to stretch my strained back, the door swung open with a crash and the gentle cloak of darkness I had meticulously crafted fled the room. I covered my eyes as Kayla strode into the study; tall, naked, glorious, and haloed by the light of the hallway.

Kayla radiates an imposing presence. At six foot, two inches with an athletic, lithe figure, everything about the way she holds herself screams "I am the center of attention, and you will worship me." Her jade eyes gleamed as she walked towards me, her deliberate strides and devilish smile announcing her intent.

"You know, you could warn me before you do something like that." I strain my eyes as they adjust to the brightness that invaded the space, a dazzling coup here to occupy my time.

"I could, but you'd just tell me to let you work." Her waist length auburn hair, meticulously worked into a single thick braid, swung mischievously behind her like a scorpion's tail ready to strike. As she moved behind me, she firmly grabbed my shoulders.

"Of course. Because I need to finish my work. These articles don't write themselves after all."

"We both know that isn't true," she said, her voice dripping with intent, "Besides, you've been in here for hours, and I want attention."

"Give me another twenty minutes, I'm almost done with this one." I moved to continue my work, but she simply spun my chair around and grabbed my thighs.

"You said that twenty minutes ago. Besides, I wasn't asking." She moved her lithe fingers into the brunette curls of my hair, and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. She trapped me in that furious embrace for what felt like an eternity, literally taking my breath away and refusing to let me get another. Her constant physical activity had left her lungs infinitely more robust than my own, and she loved to exploit that fact for all it was worth.

Finally, just as my vision was starting to fade, she breathed deeply into my lungs and dragged me back from the brink. She pulled away and relaxed her grip on my hair, her jade eyes glinting with a primal hunger I knew all too well.

"I guess I could take a little bit of a break." I murmured.

"As if you had a choice." She practically tore the shirt off of my chest, playfully nibbling her way down my body as she furiously worked off my jeans. I knew better than to struggle against her when she was this worked up. Not that I ever wanted to. Her domineering personality and direct attitude always sapped what little resistance I could muster, and she was in rare form this evening.

As she pulled away my jeans, my already rigid member sprang up, eager for the attention she was all too ready to give. She took it in her hand and gave a few half-hearted strokes. "Well, looks like you're pretty eager tonight as well."

I blushed with embarrassment. Even after two years of marriage, her direct nature always caught me off guard. "It would be hard for anyone to stay composed when you look at them like that."

She gave the tip a playful nip. The unexpected nibble made me jump. As I did, her powerful arms moved over my legs and pinned them beneath her. "Good answer...." she whispered coquettishly, before slowly sliding my quivering rod past her lips. She flicked her tongue against the tip, causing me to squirm beneath her iron limbs. I could feel the smile curl across her lips even as she worked her way down to the root of my shaft. She began to slowly pick up speed, her tongue working all of the most sensitive areas of my member. It was equal parts excruciating and exhilarating: the intense sensation of her tongue playing across my glans, the complete and total restraint of my lower body, and the softness of her lips as they dragged across my shaft. It was all too much, overriding my ability to climax even as it brought me so infuriatingly close to release.

I moved my hands to her head, working my fingers desperately into her hair. I made a vain attempt to pull her away from her determined assault on my sanity, but there was no stopping her. My world became a haze of lust and desire until she finally relinquished her siege on my senses.

She stood up, bringing her full height to bear as she stood over me. "Still with us, love? Good. Then it's time for you to get to work." With no time for rebuttal, she roughly grabbed my hair and forced her swollen cunt onto my mouth. Dazed and pliable from my overwhelming arousal, I wrapped my hands around her legs and got to work.

As I firmly moved my tongue over her slit, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and greedily ground my face against her burning passion. For nearly a full minute and a half she pressed herself against me, before finally raising my head enough that I could take a breath. The fiery scent of her desire filled my lungs as I inhaled, only for her to force my face back onto her eager sex. Her lustful fury slowly gave way to desperate moans of pleasure. Before long, she shuddered, her orgasm rumbling through her body like an avalanche. She let go of my hair and fell back against the wall as both of us desperately gasped for air. Kayla stood there for a moment, drinking in the aftershocks of her explosive release as she waited for the real prize she had been working towards...

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[Kayla]

As I leaned against the wall, I looked down to see a shadow darken Andrew's face. His switch had finally flipped. With a swiftness that belied his average physique, he lept up and was quickly on top of me. His hazel eyes flared with wild passion, as he pressed his lips against mine for a feral kiss. As his lips broke away from mine, I pulled forward, trying to prolong contact with his animal passion. As I did, he grabbed my throat, whipped his head to the side, and savagely dug his teeth into my shoulder. I gasped in surprised pleasure as his teeth clamped down, sapping the strength from me almost as swiftly as it drained my desire for control.

His grip around my throat tightened. I could feel it closing as the air was cut off from my lungs. As his mouth moved violently to my breasts, I let myself slowly slip into the fading sensation of suffocation. As my neck relaxed, Andrew instinctively released his grip. He may be running on blind passion and primal desire, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me. When he had mauled my breasts to his satisfaction, he threw me onto the desk, papers and pencils clattering to the floor as he did.

Andrew was not a naturally intimidating person. He wasn't particularly tall or short. His thick-rimmed glasses hid much of his face. And while he was devilishly cunning, his sedentary career and disregard for healthy meal portions had left him doughy and wire-y in a way that hid any presence that he could have generated. But with his shoulder length blonde hair wildly disheveled, his broad torso heaving with exertion, his hazel eyes burning with desire, and his glasses cast carelessly aside, he exuded an aura of primal dominance that caused a shiver of delightful fear down Kayla's neck.

He moved his hands to my knees and jerked my legs open, his rigid member pulsing with unrestrained need before my aching womanhood. Without warning, he buried the full length of his cock inside of me. A long moan escaped my lips. While he wasn't a well endowed man, he was just the right size for me, and his desperate hunger never failed to shatter my self-control. He brutally slammed his throbbing rod deep into my pussy again and again, his gluttonous desire overshadowing his usually composed demeanor.

Unlike my coy domination play, he never tried to tease me or toy with me. With mindless fury, he ravenously devoured every curve and crevice of my willing body. His single goal was to find release, and in those moments my wants and desires meant nothing to him. He continued to brutally pound his cock into me, even as another orgasm ripped its way through my body. And I loved every second of it.

But his desire outstripped his physical ability. Soon, his eyes started to dim as his body struggled to keep up with his unyielding will. Unable to keep such a frenzied pace, his thrusts slowed and became erratic, before he finally fell back into his chair. Even as he desperately gasped for air, he reached over and pulled me on top of him, still determined to reach climax even then. More than willing to assist, I straddled his hips and slowly lowered myself onto his rapidly pulsing cock. If he wasn't able to keep up the pace, surely I could get by with a little teasing before he caught his breath...

I took his wrists in my hands and pinned them above his head. Unlike earlier though, he was more than willing to fight back. He struggled against my grip, twisting and jerking in an attempt to break free, but it wasn't enough. I sat there for a moment, admiring his senseless struggle, when he suddenly thrust his hips forward, driving me into the air before I crashed back down on his furious cock. The violent reaction caught me off guard just enough to loosen my grip, and that was all he needed. His hands broke free and gripped my hips tightly.

With renewed vitality, he began fiercely driving his raging member inside of me, his grip on my hips pulling me down to slam his rod deeper into my waiting depths. He kept a terrifying pace, and my eyes rolled back slightly as a stocatto moan esca[ed my lips. As he came closer to climax, his thrusts became more and more desperate, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through my body.

Finally, his silence broke as he whispered, "I'm gonna cum..."

"Yes! That's it, cum for me! Cum inside me!" I screamed, my own orgasm building up inside of me at the thought.

And with one final, sundering thrust and a passionate embrace, I could feel his seed rushing into me. In the same moment my own orgasm ripped through my body like an electrical fire, and I held him close as I quivered on top of him. When he was finally spent, his entire body went limp at once, and I gently stroked his hair as I sat on his lap. I watched patiently as he desperately tried to catch his breath. He really should take up cardio, this might actually kill him one day.

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After a few moments, Andrew chuckled. "Well, I guess I'm not getting any writing down for the rest of the night."

Kayla tenderly played with the erratic curls of his hair. "Probably not, no. But at least you finally took a break."

"I don't think it counts as a break if I have to stop working for the rest of the day." He grinned weakly as he struggled with his breathing. "Worth it though."

"Of course it was, it was with me." Kayla giggled. She snuggled close to him as the warm, post-sex afterglow radiated between them.

He gingerly examined her shoulder, where he had bit her in a state of frenzied bliss. "Are you ok? I didn't go too far again, did I?"

She smiled, gently stroking her slightly bruised shoulder. "No, you're fine. How are you doing? I went pretty hard at your face this time, I didn't hurt your nose or anything?"

"No, no, I'm fine. My lungs feel like they're on fire, but that's nothing new." He laid his head against her chest, feeling it rise and fall as he tried to match that gentle but deliberate pace.

They sat in that uncomfortable office chair for far longer than either of them cared to check, nuzzling into each other's loving embrace.