The thought of him excited her. The mention of his name made her heart race. The sight of him brought quickness to her breath. The feel of his lips or fingers on her skin gave her a rush of wetness between her legs.
On an ordinary day.
Today would not be an ordinary day.
They’d been planning the scene for weeks; safewords, hard and soft limits, protection, equipment. They’d talked about the scene as a theory, as something to try, and come to the conclusion that, yes, they really wanted to do it together.
She spent the morning getting ready, taking a bath and relaxing and eating lightly. She didn’t want to be overly full but she knew she’d need the calories. They tended towards excessive amounts of energy expenditure whenever they got together. He spent the morning rechecking the hardware and making sure he had her favorite protein drink on hand, along with a few surprise treats.
She arrived on time, wearing a blue sundress that showed off her legs to the best advantage. He stood back from the doorway to let her in, his eyes wide with desire as he traced the lines of her breasts and cleavage. Her hair sparkled in the sunlight as it cascaded down her back. She stepped inside and got on her tiptoes to offer a kiss as he wrapped her in a hug.
At this point, the question didn’t need to be asked very often, but he raised an eyebrow suggestively anyway. “Take me,” she whispered into his ear as she clung to him. “Right now.”
He growled in the back of his throat and pulled her off her feet to carry her to the sofa. She laughed and held on tightly, kissing whatever part of him was closest — his ear, his cheek, his neck, his jaw. He deposited her on her back and shucked her dress up to expose her panties, tugging them out of the way and delving into her pussy with his tongue. She moaned, arching her back and squirming under him. He held her hips and continued eating her out like she was the ambrosia to sate his starvation.
Without warning, he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. She looked up in thwarted desire and confusion. He grinned and pulled out a knife, flicking it open with a quick motion.
“I’m sorry, Acushla, you’re going to need new panties,” he said, sounding more smug than sorry.
“I was going to need new ones anyway,” she replied nonchalantly. She closed her eyes and nodded, leaning back to show her trust. He cut away her panties and tossed the remnants to the floor, closed the knife and opened his jeans.
Quick and dirty, they were done in minutes.
“Can I see your tits?” he asked as he pulled out, a boyish grin of anticipation on his face. She returned the smile and sat up to pull off her dress. He unhooked her bra and had her naked almost immediately. “God, I love your tits,” he declared, massaging them and pulling a nipple into his mouth.
She giggled. “You always say that,” she teased.
“It’s always true,” he replied, moving his attention to the other breast.
“You think this’ll ever get old?” she wondered later as they cuddled, his body heat keeping her pleasantly warm despite her nakedness.
“What do you mean?”
“This is the third time in a row we’ve had sex on the couch because we haven’t made it upstairs.”
“So?”
“It’s just — it’s new for me, this level of desire.”
“I think if we saw each other more often we might have more restraint,” he suggested.
“Neither of us have lives that would allow that,” she countered.
“Like I’ve said before, we’re great as friends and fuck-buddies. We’d *hate* living together or being primary partners.”
She snorted through her nose. “True.”
“Are you saying you didn’t want –”
“No!” she interrupted. “I totally wanted it! I love it! It’s just strange that it’s lasted this long. NRE has always petered out quicker than this.”
“You’ve never done anything like this before,” he pointed out. “Not exactly.”
“Yeah, even when my wife and I lived eight hours away from each other, we made sure we saw each other every weekend. I only see you every few months.”
“That’s the way it has to be, darling. I wish it were different, but we both want to respect our wives’ wishes. We have this. We make the most of it.”
“At least we have this,” she agreed. She kissed his chest. “Want to make out before we go downstairs?”
He chuckled and gave in as he always did when she wanted as much affection as he did — which was always.
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