She looked over at him. The serene look spoke of his satisfaction. The tension in her stomach spoke of guilt. He didn't know. So why was she feeling so horrible. She knew why. Because of that voice, those words. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
She hang up the phone just as his key was inserted in the lock. She stood and met him at the door. As if he sensed her arousal, he pulled her to him and kissed her with hunger long denied. She melted into his arms, pressing against him fully. He turned so her back was to the door. His lips nibbled along her jaw and down her neck as his hands roughly unbuttoned her shirt. He released the front clasps of her bra and lifted one breasts to his waiting mouth, while rubbing the nipple of the other with the pad of this thumb.
"Your breasts are sensitive aren't they baby. They love the light touch of a man's hand or the feel of his hot mouth closing over the nipple. I bet those big lovely breasts have nipples that harden with the slightest stimulation. Begging to be sucked."
She groaned. His hands roamed her hips and back. One large hand slipped under the waistband of her pants and entered the wet folds of her pussy. Her hips bucked in response. He found the little bud and stroked and teased it. Her knees began to buckle as he went down on his knees and lifted her leg onto his shoulder. Spreading her moist folds and wrapped his lips around her hardened clit.