“Do you believe in coincidences?” His voice scratches like whiskey on bare skin, rough and gritty, a sound that travels straight into her belly.
She turns on the barstool, sizes him up. Gray temples, a smile that promises too much. “I believe in decisions.” Her voice is deep, husky, she holds his gaze. She can almost smell his arousal, mixed with leather and expensive aftershave.
He orders two Glenlivets, slides one to her. Fingers brush, a spark that burns on under the skin. She sips, the smoke of peat and vanilla settling on her tongue. She closes her eyes, savoring the moment. Under her dress, her cunt is already wet, the tips of her breasts hard against the fabric.
“I’m Lukas.”
“Call me the woman of tonight.” She smiles, a little challenging. His laugh is deep, comes from his chest. She can see his cock outlined in his pants, the thick, hard shape making her mouth water.
A Silent Agreement
No further words needed. He lays a bill on the counter, offers her his hand. She takes it, lets herself be led—out of the dim bar light into the cool night air. A light breeze brushes her bare arms, and she shivers, but it’s not a shiver of cold, but of anticipation. Her nipples turn rock-hard, rubbing fiercely against the silk. His car sits at the edge of the empty street, a black Mercedes that smells of leather and cedar.
In the vehicle, they sit in silence. His hand rests on the gearshift, hers on her thigh. A glance, a question without words. She nods almost imperceptibly. He starts the engine. His hand, a large, warm hand, settles on her bare thigh, right under the hem of her dress. His fingers wander higher until they feel the wet heat between her legs. She moans softly, opening her legs a little. His fingers glide over the fabric of her panties, already soaking wet, and press gently against her moist slit. She trembles, presses against his hand.
His apartment: high above the city, floor-to-ceiling windows, lights like falling stars. She stands before the glass, feels his breath on her neck before she hears it. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, and his lips graze her neck. His hands rest on her shoulders, pushing the fabric of her dress aside a bit. She tilts her head back, offering him more skin. His lips wander, gently sucking on her earlobe, then he bites down lightly, just right, and a shiver runs down her back, straight into her wet cunt.
She turns around, presses against him. The fabric of her dress rubs against his pants, she feels his hard cock, long and thick, against her belly. Her hand wanders down, strokes him through the fabric, grips the thick rod. His hands glide over her hips, pulling her closer. “No names,” she whispers. “No stories.”
He answers by unzipping her dress. The fabric falls, pooling at her feet. She stands in the glow of the city lights, wearing only black lace. Her panties are a tiny thong, disappearing between her ass cheeks, the fabric already transparent with wetness. Her bra is sheer, the hard tips of her breasts clearly outlined. His gaze travels over her, lingers on her breasts, on the dark spot of her panties. His tongue runs over his lips. “Fucking hot,” he says, his voice rough with desire.
“You too,” she says, unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers glide over the warm skin of his chest, feeling the light hair, the hard line of his breastbone. She leans forward, licks across his nipple, sucks briefly. He closes his eyes, for a moment, moans softly. She enjoys his surrender. Then she lets her hand wander lower, over his stomach, to his belt. She opens it, his pants fall, and his cock, plump and long, presses against his boxers. She can see the thick vein on the underside, the smooth glans pressing against the fabric, a wet spot on the tip.
Undressing and Exploring
She pushes the shirt off his shoulders, lets it fall to the floor. Then his belt, his pants. He stands before her, naked except for his boxers, which barely hide his arousal. His cock juts from the opening, a thick, hard piece of meat. She strokes over the fabric, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath. He moans softly. She repeats the movement, slower this time, circling the glans through the fabric. Then she pulls his shorts down slowly, freeing the thick, hard cock.
He is perfect: long, thick, the glans smooth and shiny, a small drop of moisture at the tip. She grips him with one hand, feels the pulse, the smooth tension, the hot skin. She leans forward, her tongue runs over the glans, tasting the salt and arousal. A deep, guttural sound escapes him. She takes him in her mouth, the glans glides over her tongue, filling her mouth.
His panting fills the room. She sucks gently, lets her tongue circle the glans, licking away the drop of moisture. Then she takes him deeper, her head moving up and down. His hands bury themselves in her hair, not demanding, just holding, as she takes him deeper and deeper. She feels him hit the back of her throat, lingers for a moment, gags briefly, but she enjoys the feeling of control, of surrender. She lets him slide out of her mouth, licks slowly once along the sensitive underside of his shaft, and he twitches, spurting a flood of pre-cum. She swallows it, licks further, sucks on his balls, which lie firm and heavy in her hand.
“Come here,” he says roughly, pulling her up. She lets herself fall onto his lap, feels his hands on her ass, sliding the thong down. His fingers, wet from her saliva, glide over her moist slit. She moans loudly as he enters her, two fingers sliding into her tight, hot cunt. She is ready, soaking wet. He moves inside her, his fingers kneading her G-spot while his thumb massages her hard clit. She bites her lip, a first moan escaping her. She presses against his hand, feeling the first wave of orgasm rising. “Yes, right there,” she pants.
He carries her into the bedroom, lays her on the white sheet. The bed is large, the city sparkling through the window. He leans over her, his tongue finds her nipples, first the right, then the left. He circles them, sucks, bites gently, until they are hard and swollen. Her fingers claw into the sheet. A surge of heat spreads inside her. She moans louder, lifts her pelvis toward him.
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