Filed under: Deviant Dreams
we walked silently down the long hallway to the very end. i stood out of the way and waited for him to fidget the door open.
“we need to…” he started to stammer.
“to what?” i said sweetly as i pushed the door open. the suite had been arranged from its normal decor. the room was low lit and there was one chair that sat several feet from the edge of the bed. i went towards it and sat down.
“w-we should talk about this.” he pushed from his lips. he stood before me looking down at me into my eyes. i studied the look on his face. i knew him too well and read him like a book.
“there is nothing to talk about, you are here in my room standing before me. if you had a change of heart you wouldn’t have met me in the first place.” he blinked and looked a little shocked. “since you must know what is going on i will only tell you this…i won’t touch your flesh with my own. does that put your guilty married mind at ease slut?” he drew in a long, quiet breath through barely parted lips. he nodded his head up and down. “good, now that we got that out of the way…strip.”
i crossed my legs and leaned back into the chair resting my head on the back tilting it to the left starring at him like a television screen. he stood there for a moment dumbfounded then suddenly snapped out of his trance. “oh, one more thing,” i said as a matter of fact, “if you tell me to touch you, to hurt you…i will.” my mouth twisted in a wicked grin.
“bitch.” he muttered as he pulled his shirt open button by button and laying it flat on the bed. he pushed his shoes and socks off pushing them out of the way. he saved his jeans for last. he always does and i glanced from his face to the bulge that pressed against he denim. my eyebrow went up as my eyes drew back up to the portals into his soul.
“every time huh?” i pushed from my lips in a breathy tone.
he smiled and nodded as his hand stroked the hardness. my eyes were fixated on the 5 fingers running the length of his hidden cock. he made sure to use his left hand as i watched the flash of the gold band hitting against the low light of the room. i shifted in my seat as my lips parted slighted to make way for my slowly ragged breathing. my eyes narrowed as i intently watched him grip, glide and tease me with his show, my front row show.
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