Mr One-Night Stand

Pinning one hand on his hot, naked shoulder, she slipped her other inside his briefs, felt her own breath catching as he bucked into her palm. He was so big, so hard and ready.

She flicked her tongue out to moisten her lips, a whimper leaving her throat as she looked at where she held him, drawing him out, her hand sliding over him.

‘Fuck!’ He gripped her thighs, fingers biting. ‘I want you.’

Her eyes met with his own. ‘I want you too.’

Straightening, she reached for her clutch as the hands over her thighs slid inwards, his fingers seeking her out. She flicked open her bag.

He slipped beneath her thong, one finger gently brushing against the swollen nub of nerve-endings and sending her bucking against him. He did it again and she moaned, her head gliding back, her attention on the bag momentarily forgotten. He rolled her clit, working her to fever-pitch with his perfect rhythm, perfect pressure, perfect everything.

She rocked against him, biting into her lower lip as she tried to stave off the spread of tension long enough to locate the little foil packet tucked inside her bag.

Pulling it out, she tossed the clutch to the floor and used her teeth to break it open. He groaned beneath her, the fingers of his free hand coming up to probe at her opening, teasing, plundering, teasing some more.

She was on the verge, her mind screaming Not yet as she forced herself to step back, to break his touch.

He slumped in the chair and she dropped to her knees, reaching out to take hold of his rigid length and offer him up to her mouth. She flicked her tongue across his tip and he hissed, his hands flying to her hair, his eyes burning down into her as she smiled her pleasure.

Bringing the condom to his head, she held his eyes and rolled it down, securing it to his base before standing and closing the distance once more.

‘Take off your bra,’ he commanded suddenly.

She bit into her lip again, the tightness in his voice making her body overheat as she dutifully did as he asked, undoing the clasp and letting it fall away.

He cursed under his breath, his eyes burning into her chest as her breasts fell free, their sensual weight goading her clit, their tightened nipples singing in the exposure.

‘Turn around.’

Again, she did as he asked. She could feel her wetness slick between her thighs as she moved, the skimpiness of her thong offering no protection from her readiness for him.

‘I want you to sit on me,’ he said, his hands coming up to take hold of her hips.

An erotic shudder broke through her and slowly she lowered herself, one hand slipping her thong to the side, the other coming down to take hold of his length and position him at her entrance.

His very tip teased its way in. A delicious heat engulfed her and she sank herself down, crying out and clenching him tight as he filled her so completely, so perfectly.

He gave way to a ragged breath. ‘Fuck me, baby...’

His reaction went straight to her head, to her clit, to her core, and then his grip on her hips squeezed as he lifted her up and over him, again and again. Slow at first. Savouring. And then more rapid, more desperate.

His chest came up to press against her back, his hands thrusting up to her breasts, his palms groping, his fingers toying, their attentions ferocious with his own need and driving her own.

‘You’re so fucking hot.’

She moaned her response, her hands biting into his thighs as she propelled herself over him.

‘Here.’ He took hold of her hand, brought it to her breast and squeezed her palm over her own flesh, showing her what he wanted. ‘Christ, yes!’

Her other hand flew up, mimicking the mindless caress at her other breast, freeing his hands to take control of her hips once more, giving her the rhythm she craved.

‘Yes, yes, yes...’ she cried, her head rolling back as she gave herself up to the tension spreading through her like wildfire.

He caught at her thong, pulling it taut over her clit, and the pleasure-pain was intoxicating as he continued to thrust her over him, pushing her to the brink.

And then she exploded, the sensation shattering through her, her muscles clenching wildly around his cock and taking him with her. The tremors of his body mixed with her own as he encased her in his arms and gripped her to him, taking them both back against the chair.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, his uneven breaths tickling at her flushed skin. It was blissful and bittersweet. For a goodbye, it had to go down as the best she’d ever had.