The Reunion

Both characters are 18+ and entirely fictional. Read the previous chapters to see the slowburn build up to them finally being alone. Part 6 still to cum.

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Time slowed. The realisation they were finally here together, alone and private, hit hard for them both.

She pressed her back flat against the door with a deep breath: an attempt to calm the adrenaline now coursing through her. Every fiery nerve was magnetised towards him in desperate want.

His loose allure was a counterbalance to her tautness. His tie, already released from its knot, was nestled against two undone shirt buttons revealing a hint of defined collar bone. The jacket, so carefully chosen, now lay nonchalantly discarded onto a large striped armchair. Hair, given up all together attempting to retain a sense of style, caressed his chiselled face with silver waves. His large hands were firmly stuffed in his pockets, almost shyly. Then she realised why.

Slowly, like a magician with a scarf, he drew out her laced black thong. With a snap, he lifted it clear and spun in on his finger with a smirk.

"Playtime." Instead of launching at her, as she was convinced he would, he turned and lowered himself into the armchair, gesturing her to the bed. Confused, she followed his instruction, the soft mattress dipping as she sat on the end, ankles crossed almost demurely, facing him.

"First, some ground rules," he said with mock seriousness. He now stared at her intently, any humour slipping from his smoky tone. "There are so many things I want to do to you. I need to know the boundaries. Limits. I don't trust myself to hold back - I expect to lose myself fully in you tonight."

Anna's breath betrayed her. She'd imagined doing so much with him but was limited by her experience: vanilla, albeit loving, sex with one man. She'd never explored beyond a few positions and the odd shower fuck. The growing wetness between her legs disclosed her pleasure at considering the options.

A deep throb in her pussy spoke for her and she grinned widely. "I am at your pleasure. If you go somewhere I don't want to, I'll say..."

He leant forward in his seat, resting his slender wrists against his knees and letting his large hands drop, the picture of confidence. "Say 'marmite'. I remember you always hated it."

She laughed, "OK, marmite it is."

"Good." He stayed leaning forward. "Now...spread your legs for me."

"What?" She stuttered. "Aren't you going to even dim the lights for us? Put on some music? Come on, make an effort here, Jack." She shifted her weight and uneasily caught the intensity of his gaze.

"Oh, I will make an effort. And I want to see every glorious inch and curve of your body as I worship it. Now, you heard me. Spread your legs, Anna."

Her name was the key to unlocking her. Holding his heated stare, she rocked backwards on the edge of the bed and unfolded her ankles. Slowly, she started to move her trembling knees apart. His mouth parted in response. Her inhibitions breached, she wriggled her tight green dress further up her thighs, as she spread them wide for him.

Anna was startled by his reaction: a blissful look of appreciation, perhaps even awe, settled across his strong brow. A low growl erupted alongside a lengthy out breath; the attention pierced her in place. She let the power of him devouring her with his eyes wash over her. It was delicious, new and heady. She was utterly at his mercy and she knew it.

Cautiously, Anna tested the water. "Now who's making the exciting noises?" she teased.

His eyes flicked up to hers and wordlessly, he fell from the chair to his knees in front of her, closing the space effortlessly, gripping her knees as he had in the taxi.

"Say it," she implored him.

The smirk glinted in his eye before his upper lip curled on one side.

"I want to eat your pussy."

Melting from her core, she allowed him to push her knees further apart and gasped as she felt his breath against her, cooling against her simmering wetness. Time seemed to slow again as she waited for connection. She was taken back to that room so many years ago: the excitement of being caught; the deep burning thrill of being desired and the shock of someone wanting to pleasure her in such an intimate way.

Then, he was on her. His large hands slipping up her thighs and round to her curvaceous ass, he lifted her into his face entirely and ravaged her, like a man starved. Sucking, licking, exploring: there was no part of her left untouched by his mouth. Her body wasn't hers any more yet she'd never felt so connected to her sex. Gently, his teeth ran along her vulva, tip of his tongue teasing the very edge of her.

Pleasure pulsed up her nerves with every lap and eased into her limbs, producing a groan that ignited him. In response, he pushed deeper, his tongue sliding down and finding her very centre and moving inside it.

Her thighs tried to clench instinctively at the feeling of something so new to her. His hands slid up and gripped them tightly, holding her firmly where he wanted her. He pushed inside further still and circled her on an exploratory mission. She felt an unfamiliar deep tension building. He clearly felt the change too, sliding up and clamping his mouth firmly on her enlarged clit, replacing his tongue with one finger, then two, quickly curling them up to push her closer to release.

In no time at all, she exploded, squealing her pleasure and lifting her legs to clamp around him, holding him firmly in place as he rung wave after wave of sensation from her until she released back, trembling onto the bed.

Jack stood up, towering over her whilst hungrily staring at her sated body, moisture glistening across his mouth and beard. She looked up through half shuttered eyes at his gloriously masculine sight and felt utterly connected and present. She could live happily just here in this moment. Yet the throb he had awakened in her was beating a call to him and she knew more was about to come.

"A warm up," he huskily teased, reaching down to gently lift her hands. He pulled her up to sit and skilfully hooked his fingers around the hem of her dress, expertly sliding it over her body, pausing briefly to admire her midriff. With a huff of appreciation, he revealed her ample breasts by lifting the green slip of fabric clear and tossing it alongside his jacket. He stepped back with a low whistle. Instinct forced her to throw an arm across them to hide her exposure.

"No," he said, reaching for her arms again and pulling her fully upright, holding her hands gently down by her sides and staring openly at her chest. "You don't get to hide yourself away. You are magnificent and I feel lucky to get to see you this way."

His wanton appreciation made her feel bold. With a slight shake of her head, she shifted her loose blonde curls back against her shoulders, exposing herself even more and offering herself to him.

Jack slid his hand up from her arm and cupped a breast, running his thumb around her nipple. She sucked a breath in, the crimped skin rising hard in response to him. With an outward sigh, she stated plainly, "I want you. I need you inside me, Jack."

His hand was on the back of her head in an instant, kissing her hard. She could taste the unfamiliar tang of herself as their tongues clashed and fought with each other in a blaze of passion. Her hand was at his belt, quickly unfastening him and dropping his suit trousers to the floor. She gripped the hard length of him, firmly working his throbbing member as he lost his own shirt and tie, snatching desperate, heated kisses.

Soon his warm firm body was pressed against her own, his hands exploring every inch of her, lightly tickling and grabbing in turn. She couldn't take it any longer - she had to have him inside her.

She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, her dripping cunt hovering just over his tip. Eyes wide, his mouth opened wordlessly, she took his awe filled expression as a green light to slide herself down onto his jutting cock.

Anna rode him hard and fast, a frenzy of excitement streaming through her body. A sense of freedom unburdened her and she pounded herself against his hips, grinding as she lowered and sliding back up along every inch of him she could. The length and thickness of him was new to her; he was reaching parts of her she had not felt before and they felt so very good. His hands grasped at her breasts, cushioning their judder as she bounced hard on him. He pinched her nipples hard, making her gasp and laugh. He grinned and twisted them harder making her laugh turn to a guttural moan.

"Ah, I thought you might like that. I thought you might be a secret dirty girl, Anna," he ground out. He released them, grabbed her ass cheeks and started to pound her even harder. "Are you a dirty whore?"

The thrill of the whole situation caught her and she found herself squealing, "Yes, Jack. I am," as she found herself thrusting headlong into another climax.

"Say it."

"I'm a dirty whore."

"Yes, yes you are." He punctuated this by slapping her arse with a fully open palm, making her nerves ring. "Now, come for me again, my little slut."

She was unleashed. She threw her head back and bucked hard against him, clenching his cock hard inside her pulsating cunt as her second orgasm tore through her. Suddenly, she felt a wet gush flood from her, across his hips and soaking the sheets beneath them. Torn between embarrassment and the pleasure of her cumming she stopped moving, resting on his body, confused by what had happened.

To her surprise, Jack started to laugh.

She looked down with concern into his face. "I'm sorry, I don't know...I mean, what the actual?"

"Oh my little slut," he chuckled as he flicked one of her bullet hard nipples. "You just squirted for me. I take it that's not happened before? I feel honoured." She ducked her head in shamed bewilderment and started to try and move off him. His hands slid to her hips and held her firmly in place, his still hard cock desperate to continue. She looked up at him under her lashes and saw the most powerful lust she had yet burning from his expression.

"You liked that?" she managed to whisper.

"Making you come so hard and uncontrollably? On only your second orgasm, literally 15 minutes into us fucking? Oh yes, Anna. I liked that." Briskly, he sat up and pulled himself up deeper inside her still pulsing cunt, pushing his taught stomach against her mound. "Just imagine what I could wring from you, once I've let you have your fun and I start to play..."

As his mouth met hers again, leisurely and sensuously, Anna felt a finger drift round from her hip. It slowly travelled along her right ass cheek, up to the join of them before slipping down between and gently stroking up and down. It felt delicious and she wiggled appreciatively on him and intensified their kiss. She was impressed by his control: she could feel his hardness still inside her soaked pussy but could tell he was restraining from movement. His teasing finger dropped slightly lower and found her exposed hole, pausing its journey. The tingles and thrill this sent through her caused another deep moan into his hungry mouth.

He pulled back, saying "Just how much of your delightful body has your husband explored?" He pushed the very tip of his finger harder against her hole at the same time, running his tongue along her collar bone. She shivered in response. "Has he even taken you here?" he said, pushing that damned finger a tiny bit harder. She shook her head, no, and wiggled a little again.

He hummed a teasing, mocking sound of shock and the deftly lifted her from him, releasing a further gush of her come. It glistened over his torso as he stood, hard on proudly reaching to his stomach. The dark look stole across his face again as he commanded, "On your knees."

Anna obeyed, shamelessly enjoying him watch her prowl across the damp sheets. She had never felt more wild, a temptress about to break even more boundaries, a side of her she had clearly held back for years. She didn't recognise herself but she revelled in the release. Now at the edge of the bed, she presented herself to him fully, legs wide, soaked pussy spread and ass tipped up towards him, waiting for whatever was to come next...