The room was dark, the door closed, but the window was open, the light of the full moon outside giving everything in the room a silvery blue color. She leaned over the bed, running her hands over the silk sheets to smooth them out and that was when she felt the hands on her hips. She stood and tried turning to face him, but he held her firm and forced her to look straight ahead. Her head tilted to the side as he pressed his lips to her neck, a soft moan leaving her. She could feel his body press against hers and for a moment she felt as though something wasn't quite the way it should have been. It didn't feel the same as it usually did. "I thought you were working late tonight..." she whispered, ignoring the strange sensation that something was amiss and closing her eyes, pressing back against him, letting his hands run up and down her sides, the satin nightgown she wore clinging to fingers, lifting and falling with each touch. He continued to say nothing, a hand reaching around to cup her breast, tracing a finger around her nipple. She chuckled and turned around in his arms, looking up at face she hadn't expected to see.
Startled, she took a step back and her calves hit the side of the bed. "Why...?" she asked, unable to sum up the questions in her head. He gave her a wicked grin and said merely, "Because." before reaching out and grabbing her by the front of her nightgown, pulling her back against him and kissing her deeply. It was a lustful kiss, deep and demanding and despite herself she couldn't help but melt against him, a heat she wasn't expected to feel running up her spine. His hand went to the back of her neck, holding her in the kiss so she couldn't pull away and eventually she found herself kissing him back.
He pulled back and his hands went to his belt, pulling it free from the pants and tossing it aside before his pants fell around his ankles in a puddle of fabric. She stared openly at the bulge in his underwear and tried to step back again, his grip firm on her arm. Her throat felt dry and she couldn't help herself, her body seeming to move on it's own as she reached out to pull them away, to release his cock. She watched it, almost in a daze, not even hardly feeling the way his hands moved and pushed on her shoulders, sending her yielding body to it's knees. Hardly noticing the way his fingers ran through her hair and his thumb traced over her lips. Her mouth opened automatically and she didn't really realize what was happening until he had her pushed back against the bed, her head cocked back, supported by the mattress, and he was fucking her mouth. It wasn't her giving him head... hell no... his thick cock sunk into her mouth on it's own, his body leaning over her to be sure he had the upper hand. She lifted her hands and gripped his hips as they rolled, trying to think of something else, knowing that if she thought of the taste of his pre-cum, or the feeling of him filling her throat with flesh she'd gag on him.
