“See-through silk. Fuck me.”
I wantonly tilt my head back so he can kiss my neck, and view my breasts through the material better and gasp as he licks a wet trail from my collarbone, around the huge statement necklace and up to my chin, before claiming my swollen mouth in his once again. I feel his hands slowly unbuttoning my blouse and assist him by shrugging out of it; the clasp of my bra clicks as it’s released and that follows and his roughened hands skim the side of each breast, before lightly brushing over my razor sharp nipples.
“And I’ve missed these. Mine. Only for me.” He moans, before dipping his head to claim one needy nipple, then other, with his tongue then his mouth, suckling, whilst looking up at me, willing me to hold his gaze and watch him adore my body. The moment is so carnal and incredibly sexy, but I’m too keen to feel him on me, and in me and move to assist him in the removal of his waistcoat, shirt and tie, the sensation of the fabric rubbing against my nipples, is bliss. I sigh, as at last we are both naked from the waist up. His breathing is laboured.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Lu.”
Resting his head against my belly, his arms around my waist and I look down at his familiar handsome face. The passion within his eyes bores through me, begging me to believe him - filled with adoration and just seeing my own feelings reflected there makes my heart constrict with emotion. I melt. I want to believe him so badly but I’m not ready to do that yet. The internal conflict is torture - I want him, desperately. No, I need him. This is Sebastian the friend and man I’ve known for ten years, after all. I have to remind myself of that fact.
My body is disloyal to my mind; delicious fizzles cover my skin, winning out to my over analytical mind and with a split-second decision I choose to encourage his path, watching his pink tongue travel a wet lapping journey along my waistband. As his fingers free my buttons and zip, drawing the trousers over my hips, his tongue continues dipping towards my cream lace thong. His hands grab my backside, pushing me into his face and I arch on a moan, then react, as I feel him push me backwards to sit upon the deep windowsill, one leg hooked over his shoulder for better access and the lace panties as they roll down one leg, stretch to slip over my foot and slip down the other shin - I kick them off with a flick of my turquoise shellac toenails - where they land I don’t care anymore - my desperation to be bare for him is frenzied.
The curtains are still open and as I glance over my shoulder, I can see guests milling below, in the tea garden, whilst two stories up, I’m naked and being feasted upon by the most delicious of men. The moment is indulgent and damn right saucy. I’d like to flip over and have him do me from behind whilst I people watched, my tits bobbing, palms pressed to the window panes, whilst he banged into me hard from behind.
I arch again as I feel his tongue lave over my folds, suckling my lips, labia and delicate surrounding skin before returning full throttle to my most needy part. His mouth sucks upon my pulsating clit before he inserts a finger inside me and lifting my second thigh to wrap around his neck, like the figure eight, I lie backwards, rocking myself into his wet fuckable mouth to meet his firm fuckable finger thrusts and clench automatically as one of those fingers slips down towards my behind, gently massaging my perineum. One swoop up and over my clit, with firmer circular rhythm is my undoing and I shatter around him. My body starved of orgasm for only a week but desperate to be reunited with Mr. Silver’s magic fingers, tongue, cock.
Ahh his cock! I lick my lips in expectation as I feel the cool air hit my pussy, his mouth leaving me. He carefully slides one leg, then the other back to the floor, steadying me there until my legs stop shaking. I’m drawn up into his body and pull back, as he deftly removes the remainder of his clothing - enfolding me into his strength again. His ripped abdomen is hard against my soft curved one, the hairs on his chest creating ripples of pleasures across my nipples, as they lightly scrape across them.
“You’re so beautiful and there’s only you.”
His hands grasp my head, imprisoning me and forcing me to stare into his blackened orbs. God he is sexy - his cock jutting and searching against my stomach. We watch one another, the world passing around our naked forms, the quiet all consuming, the moment magnetic, before losing ourselves in a kiss so full of passion, I feel tears in my eyes and my core clenches, desperate to have him inside me. My lips are bruised, my skin aches to be touched, everywhere - the nagging voice in my head, panics me slightly as I consider fleetingly, ‘should I be doing this?’ but it’s forgotten as I he spins me to face the window.