Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... as he holds you close. You push your hips towards him as your neck curves back and you rest your head on the wall; he almost lifts you off your feet, unashamed of the passion he has for you, oblivious to the other woman in the small confined space. Your hand reaches up around his neck, keeping him there, holding him against you as he releases you from his mouth, looking, hands sliding up over your body, glancing over your breasts and erect nipples, he takes your head in his hands, almost holding you in a predatory fashion, something that arouses you incredibly and you hold your breath for a few more seconds, dizzy with the eroticism of the moment as he plants one soft kiss on your forehead; it nearly makes you cum right there. The lift stops and you take him by your hand, walking out past the other woman. Your body aches, so wet, and you can feel your cum sticking to your skin, leaking from you as you walk towards the door leading him into your room, your thoughts from earlier, it seems, are about to become very graphic memories. He lets you walk before him as you enter the room and the click of the lock behind you makes you both excited and nervous. The room is shadowy, but light from the curtains that aren’t pulled together completely provides plenty to enable you both to see well enough and the small bed side lamp gives the room a soft orange glow. You turn, facing him, he is only two steps away from you and he leans back on the door, hands behind him; looking at you ...

... intently, clearly pleased with the beauty that stands before him. And with that you both take one step forward, his hands pull you towards him and you can feel how hard he already is as you press into him, his mouth on yours, tasting you, your hands grasp those broad shoulders as you kiss him so desperately, harder than before, this is passion, fuelled by tension that has built for so long. His hands move up and under your suit jacket, cupping your breasts through the soft shirt, squeezing them, enticing your hard nipples, obvious you are not wearing a bra, his fingers loop through the spaces between buttons, pulling them apart f***efully leaving you exposed as he pulls the jacket and shirt down over your shoulders and arms, trapping you in your own clothes as his mouth lands on your neck, kissing you softly, feeling the rough buds of his tongue taste you so delicately, moving you back until you are pinned to the wall. You think about struggling and as he kneels before you, you submit, giving into the pleasure he seeks as his hands pull at your trousers, undoing them precisely, his hands rest on your hips and the material falls as he pulls gently, lifting each leg to step out of your trousers. His smile is broad, as you stand before him, the socks resting perfectly over your knees, the heels empowering you as your body is the perfect height directly in front of him, the underwear that adorns you so visibly wet. A short respite, a pause that lasts only a few seconds; he is yours ...