| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: A Matter of Trust (1/18) |
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She laughs at his frown as they walk through the door. She turns towards him as he closed the door behind them. "What's wrong, honey?" she asks him, smiling sweetly. He smirks and replies, "You've been very naughty." "Oh whatever do you mean, sir?" she asks innocently. His frown wavers as it follows with a chuckle. "You know darn well what I mean." He leans in and kisses her. He feels her arms wrapping about him as his lips press firmly against her lips. His back now leans against the door. His eyes close as their kiss continues. He hears an audible click as the lock on the door is turned. She can feel him leaning in before she saw him leaning in. She knew him well. She knows what makes him happy. Knows what makes him sad. Oh and she definitely knows what makes him horny. Maybe it was the little devil in her, but she also loves to keep him teased. The longer she teases, the better. She smiles inwardly as he leans towards her, kissing her. Her lips return the kiss, equally passionate. Her mouth opens, knowing his tongue would soon follow. He turns his head slightly as they kiss. His tongue moves into her mouth with ease. He hears her moan as his tongue touches her tongue lightly. His passion on fire, lit by her teases throughout the evening. He is more than glad that they are home. Not sure if he could take any more of her public teasing. He had suggested they retire back home. He was so relieved when she agreed. All the way home, she continued to tease him in one form or another. He knows she had been doing it on purpose. He had noticed it after dinner. The way she looked at him or touched him. She knows where to touch him, nothing obvious as his cock. But a well placed kiss to his neck. Or the tone in which she spoke when discussing what they would like to do for the rest of the evening. Then there was the way she stroked his arm or touched his leg. He would have missed it were it not for his body telling him his current situation, uncomfortable arousal. She is not sure how it came about. Maybe it has been building up the last couple of weeks. They haven't seen one another over the last few weeks for various reasons. Mostly it was because of work or work related obligations. Maybe it's her subconscious telling her something; she laughs to herself on their way home. If it was not for the phone calls late at night or the notes sent to each other over the computer, she is sure she would have grabbed him in the restaurant, throwing him on the table to have right there. It feels like an eternity since she's kissed him or touched him, let alone sees him. As the evening progressed, everything felt 'right'. She was sending him signals. She had often laughed that he called these 'signals' teases. Now, here they are, standing against the door. She can feel that his body had received her signals. It is obvious in the way his hardness press against his pants. And through his pants, she can feel him, consciously or unconsciously, grinding himself against her. He loves the feel of her body pressing against his. His arms move up to wrap about her as he pulls her closer. All the while, their lips continued to kiss. |
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