A limo pulls up within minutes. I open the door and usher her in first. She steps in, one slender, heeled foot after the other. She hasn't said a word for a while, and instead keeps looking off into the distance as if she's deep in thought, but as soon as the door closes, I watch her push up the divider that separates us from the driver. As soon as she does this, my heart begins to hammer in my chest. What's she doing?
I don't know what to say, and I honestly can't keep my eyes off of her—her perfect breasts cupped in a sexy back dress that hugs her like a second skin, and her legs that beg me to run my hands between them. Fuck, my cock is twitching just looking at her. It has a mind of it own. And then she does the unexpected; she sits right next to me, and carefully places her hand on my thigh. He right breast is nestled against my arm, and I can feel her warmth and smell her perfume—a delicate rose fragrance that only heightens her femininity. My entire body is buzzing with anticipation.
With her hand moving between the tender insides of my thighs she whispers, "Forget what I said earlier. I don't think we should take a break at all."
Jocelyn
I can’t believethat after a speech like that Michael would take the limo with that staffer of his. Family values, yeah, right; they only seem to matter when they benefit his career. But why am I surprised? Lance was right. Michael is gay, and I’m nothing but a pawn to him…
Why should I restrain myself when Michael doesn’t? If he can do whatever he wants, so can I. And that means, of course, Lance. What else? Even after telling him all about the reasons we couldn’t possibly be together, I still crave him. How could I not? After our first time together, I can barely think of anything else.
Closing the divider between the driver, and us I move closer to him in the seat, my eyes on his. I can see it all there—desire, hunger, lust. Everything that my husband denies me, his son has in excess.
I’m breathing hard already, my cheeks flushing as I realize that I won’t be able to control myself. Reaching for him, I lay my hand on top of his and squeeze his fingers gently. We’re sitting side by side, looking at our reflection in the mirror that faces us.
“Take me,” I whisper, turning into him and looking him in the eye; Lance’s lips curl upward into a slight grin and I don’t need to explain myself further. He leans into me; electricity pulsing between our lips when they press together. Both his hands are on my face, his lips brushing against me softly. “I want you to have me,” I pull back, looking into his eyes. There’s a mischievous expression on his face, one that tells me he already knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him.
“If that’s what you want,” he smiles then, his hands going to my lower back as his mouth presses against mine once more. I grab his jacket and, with all the patience in the world, take it off of him; my fingers then go to his collar and I start unbuttoning his shirt, anticipating how it will feel to brush my fingers over the smooth skin of his chest.
“It’s what I need,” I tell him as I come up for air. Sliding his hand under the opening in my dress, he rests the tip of his fingers over the dimples in my lower back, in that narrow patch of naked skin just before my thong. A shiver goes up my spine at his touch, my mind burning as I succumb to desire. So what if it’s wrong? What if it’s scandalous? Sometimes we all need a bit of scandal in our lives. Particularly if it involves someone as young and handsome as Lance.
His fingers go around my hips and he rests them over my waist, tracing the contour of my thong as he goes. My heart is already beating fast, and it’s not because of lust and desire. Sure, there’s that too, but somehow it’s different now. It’s something more powerful, more… wickedly sinful. As we touch, the alchemy of our bodies turns wrong into right, forbidden into mandatory.
I finish unbuttoning his shirt and brush my fingers over the hard lines of his abs, tracing their contour as if I’m taking measures. I let my hands climb up to his chest and then they go to his neck; his own hands go up my side and, grabbing my face gently, he parts his lips and slowly brushes his tongue against mine.
How is it even possible to crave someone so much?
His hands go up my body, settling on my shoulders as he hooks his fingers on the straps of my dress. He pulls them down my arms, the front of the dress drooping over my breasts and baring my bra.
He l
ooks at me, licking his lips unconsciously as he looks at my almost naked chest, and then pulls me back into him once more. My naked skin brushes against his, and I can feel it prickling, goose bumps all over me. Trapped in his embrace, I feel his fingers on my back as he unhooks the velvety bra I still have on. I let it slide down my arms, my hard nipples sending a ripple of electricity down my torso as the cool air of the room laps at them.
I sit still, letting Lance take a good hard look at me. He isn’t smiling or grinning; he just sits there, by my side, looking at my body as if I’m the last woman on earth.
“You can’t imagine how much I want you. How much I need to feel my cock inside of you,” he says as I grab at his shirt and take it off his body, running the open palm of my hands down his arms. I smile at him, and without taking my eyes off of his, I let my fingers trace a slow and tortuous line over his chest and abs, and then down to his belt. Hooking my fingers around it, I pull Lance into me, our foreheads resting against each other. I reach for him with my mouth and tenderly bite his lower lips.
“I can imagine it,” I say, “I need it as much as you.”
His hands go down over the curve of my backside and he grabs me there, our bodies pressing against each other. With my naked breasts against his chest, I swear I can almost feel his heart drumming away.
I unbuckle his pants and then I pull the belt out from its loops. My heart’s louder now, almost racing. As softly as I can, I brush the tip of my fingers over his crotch, feeling the shape of his erection straining against his pants. To feel his desire for me is almost magical.
Taking my time, I unbutton his pants, his length pressing against the back of my hands as I do it. My body is already aching to have him in me; but why rush? I want to take my time. I deserve this.
His pants unbuttoned, I brush my fingertip from the base of his cock to his tip, over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs. He’s pulsing with desire, but he has no other choice but to let me take the lead, allowing me to drive him insane before he finally snaps.
I keep on brushing against his cock just like this, the tip of my finger going up and down, up and down in an endless loop. I look at him and he’s gritting his teeth, hunger flashing behind his eyes. He’s under my spell... as much as I’m under his.
I grab the hem of his boxers, and careful not to touch his cock, I lower them. His massive erection springs free, pointing up and straight at me as if accusing me of tortuous teasing. Just like I love it.
Still without touching it, I grab the hem of his trousers and slowly start pulling them down his legs as I go down to my knees on the limo’s carpeted floor. I look up at him, a grin on my face, and I know he’s bursting with anticipation.
He kicks off his shoes hurriedly, and then I pull both his pants and boxers off, my hands then brushing against his lower legs and up. It’s almost as hard for me as it is for him. I want to tease, yes, but with his naked body so close to me, I’m teasing myself as well.
My hands climb up his legs and to his waist, my eyes not leaving his for one simple second. His cock is throbbing, almost jumping in place as if begging for me to touch it. It’s almost impossible to resist.
My fingertips go around his waist, and then I lower them to his inner thighs, feeling the warmness of his skin as his breathing starts to grow anxious. I lean into him, his cock just one inch away from my parted lips; but I remain in place, still not touching it. His body is tensing up, and I know how hard he’s resisting the urge to simply grab my head and thrust his hips at me.