Home alone! (PART 4)

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I rise to my feet and approach his shivering form, reaching up and wrapping my arms around his neck I pull his head down for a kiss. This is not the response he was expecting if the shock on his face is any indication. His eyes widen then he grips both sides of my face and intensifies the kiss, his lips pressing so firmly onto mine that I *** my teeth will become loose! 

His tongue is hunting for mine, almost frenzied in its desire to enter my mouth, which of its own volition opens to allow him access. His hands cup my arse and lift me from the floor, my legs instinctively wrap around his hips as he steps backwards until his legs hit the bedframe. We fall back onto the luxury linens me astride him, our kiss unbroken, my hands on his chest, his firm pecs warm beneath my fingers.

I pull away from him and sit up, dragging my nails down his torso as I do, his shirt saving him from bleeding. He has too many clothes on!

I look at him carefully, he has on a super soft black silk shirt which in his current position is showcasing what lies beneath, allowing the curve of every muscle to be seen clearly. His nipples are erect and I find as I run my fingertips over them, extremely sensitive too.

He moans huskily and I feel something I am struggling to identify, it's not anger, *** or desire alone, it's all those things combined, it's that feeling of power I first felt after finding he had left the dance studio after my little display with a problem in his pants! Oh, that feels like so long ago but was in fact only 5 months ago!

 

I return my focus to his body, this time with intent in my heart. He has a western style leather necklace worn around his shirt collar and a single thin black leather strap around his slender throat. The blazer is also beautiful, well put together and with an ultra soft peachy feel to it........... just like him.

These items must all go.........well, the necklace and collar can stay! I lift his shirt collar and find the cord of the necklace and place it inside the shirt, the coldness of the huge metal clasp shocking a small sharp intake of breath from him and my thighs tense, fractionally adjusting my position on his hips and sending shockwaves through me as my clitoris connects with the rough denims beneath it.

I grab the lapels of his blazer and pull him into a sitting position and run my hands up his chest, into the collar and then out along his arms. He understands my intention and squeezes his shoulder blades together allowing his arms free from the offending article and tosses it to the side, bringing his piano players elegant hands up and palming my boobs, lightly at first but increasing in pressure until it becomes ***ful and I whimper and grab those pleasure bringing hands and pull them together above his head, allowing my own fingers to lazily run back down his arms, savouring the hardness of his biceps. Again he has understood my intention and has left his arms above his head, clearly sensing my next move. I'm pleased that we seem to be so in sync but am also a little perturbed that he seems to be one step ahead of me. 

I can fix that!

Pulling the shirt out from the waist of his trousers I lift it up over his arms but as I hoped it is stuck around his wrists because we didn't take out his cufflinks! He looks a little anxious in this situation but I pacify him with some gentle kisses before ***fully pushing him back down onto the bed, his arms trapped behind his back, just where I want them!

 

This is going to be fun!

[VILKDUJA]

Another wonderfully inspirational & moving ( it's certainly made something "move" 😉 but then you always do 😈) account. Do you know just how incredibly talented & exceptional you are?! Do you know just how much I really wish I was "him"?! Do you know just how arousing, how addictive, how irresistible you are?! But of course you do 😀 and as you conclude by saying "this is going to be fun!" - oh indeed, how it would be, out of this world & like no other...just like your awesome self 😊 oh Fancyfeet, if only! How do you get me so turned on & hot for you without even seeing you?! I love your writing, I love your talent; soooo much I'd love to say & talk about it with you if only I could message you 😊 but for now I need a cold shower - & even that reminds me of part 3 & has me wishing we were sharing it together 😀😈 xx