Prelude: The Other Woman - Sex Stories

Prelude: The Other Woman

... you’d never ask.” Stewart’s eyes twinkle as he leans forward. I lean back avoiding his kiss and break his grip against my waist. I give him a devious smile before turning on my heels.There is a click with each step, as I sway my hips, leading him away from the dance floor. I look back to see him dumbfounded. I wink and beckon him towards me, knowing he would follow. I walk along the gold and red corridor before opening a random door. Not waiting to see, if I am being followed I step inside. The room was dark and my eyes was still adjusting when I heard the door open and close. “There you are.” His hot breath fans my neck. I turn around and his lips crash down onto mine. His tongue asks for entrance and I bite his lower lip before beginning the war for power. Tongues clash, lips move, and our bodies are flushed against each other. My fingers find their way to his thick hair and his rough hands paw my backside pushing my lower abdomen to his hardening groin. I pull away from him just enough to walk over to the table in the center of the room. I slip off one heel then the other. I let my dress fall off of my body leaving me in only a set of black lingerie. I hear him audibly gulp as he follows the trail of my strip tease. The room is dark but there is enough moonlight that I can see his dark brown eyes and chiseled face. Confident. Arrogant. Suave. Mesmerizing. Just like a siren I give him a teasing and inviting smile, luring him to close the distance. We kiss again, this time ...

... its more passionate. There’s an unusual smell to him that draws me in but is so familiar. He bites my lower lip and all thoughts are gone; just the heat between us remains. I undo the buttons to his shirt and lightly drag my fingernails across his chest. His skilled hands easily undo the clasp of my bra and expose my hardened nipples. "Play with them please." I moan, undoing his belt buckle to be able to massage his throbbing and heated erection. Slowly, I stroke his throbbing member. With each stroke, pre-cum is spread from tip to base. His heated mouth latches onto my breast and I immediately cry out. My free hand clings to him, my body arches towards him, and I wrap my legs around his waist molding our bodies together. Stewart’s bare hands effortlessly lift my bottom up and remove the remnants of my underwear. Leaving me bare. He pauses taking in the sight of my bare body illuminated by moonlight and then kisses me slowly. A thick finger teases across my silky wet slit before rubbing and flicking my clit. I gasp. This was not hurried or frenzied. It was slow, and torturous, like a fire being brought to life. Little kisses and bites are trailed from my ankle, up my calf, the back of my knee, to the inside of my thighs and to my sensitive hip bones. “Ohhhh…” I moan out, while he licks and suckles. His tongue darts across my clit, my inner lips, and back to my inner thigh. I am dancing on his tongue, twisting and turning, completely and utterly breathless. “Stewart.” I manage ...