For Your's

Part A1

It had been a late night. With the constant bombardment of everyone always needing something from her. Being pulled from every direction and then some. She was ready for a long nap. Just enough to refresh herself before the leftover paperwork and new assignments demanded attention.
Discarding her pencil skirt, blouse and pumps in exchange for a worn out band tee she bought at a concert, the woman dropped carelessly onto her small bed letting exhaustion take its inevitable course.

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When she awoke, the room felt different. The sun had begun to set, casting orange shadows across the floor that was littered with the same clothes she had been wearing earlier. In her mouth the taste of morning breath greeted her tongue as she stretched her arms above her head, letting the stress and release of her joints add a refreshing calm to the moment. Feeling a familiar painful itch on her back she reached behind her and unclasped the two small metal hooks that had held her captive for so many hours. Carefully removing one strap from underneath her sleeve and then the other, she pulled out a grey and white brassiere that was covered with blue lace flowers, letting her full weight free beneath the thin and fading fabric which was now the only thing separating her body from the bedsheets.

Hearing the front door open and then latch, she stood and slowly shambled towards the noise. He wasn't supposed to be home so early? She thought to herself. Or maybe she slept longer than she had anticipated. Oh well, no matter. She padded her way slowly down the hall and through the various rooms of the house toward where she knew he would be. Quietly going about his usual routine. First by dropping his thin brown leather briefcase on the counter and then by loosening his tie and running his large right hand through his perfectly combed hair, ruffling it in the process. And then almost ceremoniously making his way to and dropping heavily into an overly large cushioned black leather armchair.

He did not notice her quiet steps as she stepped on the soft thick carpet edging towards where he sat. Still not quite awake yet after her nap, she climbed onto the chair with him laying herself so that their bodies were pressed together, exchanging and feeling the warmth of each others presence. He opened his eyes, looking at her fully, "Mhmm... Do you realize what you're doing to me?" His soft low voice broke through the silence.

Slowly turning her head to gaze into his wonderful eyes, one corner of her lips rose in a sleepy smile. Barely above a whisper she replied "Yes my dearest, I realize what I'm doing. I can feel you."

His eyes opened further as he grasped what she meant, his mouth dropping slightly. Seeing that he understood, she shifted out of her position on his side and onto his lap so that they were now both staring into one another's gaze. Tenderly kissing his lips which had remained ajar, she reached up to his hair and toyed with it, feeling it fondly and wrapping it carefully around her fingers. Breaking out of his small daze he returned her small kisses, pressing his hands against her lower back he pulled her to him, closing the remaining space between them. Their passion deepened and became longer, raising the temperature around them by a few degrees.

She broke free of their connection and paused to stare hungrily at him. "We need to move to our room before your chair gets ruined," her voice lowering, "I may not be able to control myself much longer." Climbing off of his lap , she knelt on the floor never breaking eye contact with him. Reaching up to his waist she unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops, laying it on the floor next to her for later. Slowly she unbuttoned his pants and watched as he grew, a mischievous glint in her eye. As she pulled the zipper down, the side of her hand brushed across the top of his bulging trousers making it twitch. "Stand up. Now." It was a command not a request. He did as he was told. "Take off your shoes," another demand, "And your shirt too."

After complying to her, he was left standing in the living room wearing only his pants which were undone and the boxers beneath them. Picking up the belt she had removed from him earlier, she slid the end through the buckle and pulled it past the holes until it formed a loop with extra length on the end. She took the leather collar it had formed and placed it on her neck tightening it until there was no slack. He took the end that formed a makeshift leash and held in in his left hand, using his right to again run it through his hair while she slowly took the belt loops on either side of his pants and pulled them gently down until they lay on the floor pooling around his feet.

Still keeping eye contact, she grabbed his erection, eliciting a clenched groan from somewhere deep in his throat. Enjoying his reaction to her touch she began rubbing her palm and fingers over the fabric that prevented any skin to skin contact, driving him wild with want and need.

Finally giving in she pulled down the dark elastic waist of his boxers, and let them drop to join the other clothes on the floor. She could see his whole body. His eyes which were gazing down at her longingly in anticipation, his chest and abdomen that were defined by the soft lines of barely showing abs. His muscular arms that flexed when he was tense or anxious and his long legs that connected at his hips where most of his blood flow was currently focused. Moving her hands from where they were on his hips she caressed his shaft, feeling it stiffen more. "Oh god. I need you now. Take me," he moaned and pulled on the belt in his left hand tightening the strap on her neck and pulling her head towards his.

Rapidly she opened her mouth and obeyed his words, receiving him into her throat. As she sucked gently, her tongue explored his tip, tasting him. Bobbing her head, forward, backward, forward she felt that he was close and the tight pressure around her neck signaled that he was enjoying her handy work. To tip him over the edge she grabbed the base of him and tilted her head as she pulled her hand toward her mouth and felt all of his warm seed surge into the back of her throat as he yelled out her name in pleasure and fell into the chair behind him.

Swallowing quickly, she did not hesitate to pull him to his feet again and lead him toward the bedroom so that they could continue. Before they reached their room however, he picked her up and carried her into the marble tiled kitchen. She gasped at the cold stone against her skin as he placed her on the counter and leaned into her lips, admiring their soft touch. Giggling she asked, "What're you doing? We'll get everything all dirty."

A grin crossed his face. He tore the thin fabric that barely covered her body leaving her voluptuous figure naked and glowing with anticipation. "No, you'll get everything all dirty" and he latched on to her breast. Sucking, nibbling and stroking her he used his mouth on one smooth teat and his hand on the other. As she pulled on his hair, distracted by the sensations he created on her chest, he moved his free hand down so that his two largest fingers were hovering above her entrance waiting for an opportunity to strike. It happened when she spoke, "Ouhh it feels so good. Uahhh! O-oh!" He felt her wet walls close quickly around his fingers and hot liquid flowed down them. He pumped them in and out again feeling her muscles clench each time he moved or curled a finger to feel her.

Leaving her breasts which had become tight buds below his touch, he knelt to the floor and placed kisses on the inner edges of her thighs. Trailing upwards towards where his fingers still worked on her. Her expression changed from satisfaction to crazed desire. Alternating his hands, he drew his fingers out, quickly replacing them, and gazed into her deep eyes as he licked them clean before immediately pulling her toward his face and using his tongue alongside his long fingers. The cool contrast of his mouth to her insides made her fill to the brim with ecstatic pleasure and as she cried her release, he removed his hand and ate everything she could give to him, tasting her bittersweet flavor and as promised, adding her filthy treasure to the counter.

Their heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the heated room as they basked in each other's sweat and cum. But the tension between them that filled the air only thickened with the slowing of each breath, as they realized that they weren't done.