forward, began to nibble at her ear.
“Did you happen to notice that sofa?” he asked between
kisses and bites at the vulnerable spot where her neck met her shoulder.
Giselle sighed at the delicious shudders cascading through
her at his touch. “Mmm. It’s dove gray. Looks like leather.”
Sidling around her chair, he pulled her to her feet and
wrapped his arms around her. “Right. And it’s virgin.”
She jolted out of his arms with a surprised bark of
laughter. “Virgin? What kind of leather is…”
“It’s a small sofa, so it’s called a love seat.
Emphasis on the love. And it’s been waiting for a long time to live up to its
name.” He turned her around so they both faced forward then steered her behind
said loveseat. “See,” he said, nudging her until her thighs hit the sofa. “In
order to baptize virgin leather, you have to start slowly.”
Trapping her with his body, he unbuttoned her blouse with
careful deliberation. “It doesn’t like to be surprised, so we’ll just…” He slid
the silky fabric down and off her arms and gently flung it to one armrest.
“Cover up its eyes.”
Giselle would have giggled at the image, but her brain locked
on to the feel of his questing fingers making smaller and smaller circles on
her lacy bra, bringing her nipples to rigid attention. When he reached them, he
squeezed each hard nubbin between thumb and forefinger, priming her.
“It’s okay, Giselle, you can moan,” he whispered as she
began to move her hips against the erection she felt prodding her ass cheeks.
“The loveseat is hard of hearing. In fact, I hope you’ll be making lots of
noise soon, but it won’t hurt the leather at all. You’ll just have to stand
still, okay?”
The clasp of her bra loosened and she felt the straps
slipping off her shoulders. The bra landed on top of the blouse and his hands
closed around her freed breasts.
“Lordy, your tits were made in heaven.” He lifted them,
gently squeezed them in his grip, tucked his chin on her shoulder. “Look at
them. I could suck on them all day long.”
Then he abandoned them and she felt bereft. “But the
loveseat is waiting to be christened.”
He slid his hands down to the placket of her jeans, popped
the button and pulled down her zipper, then slid the garment over her hips.
“Look at those curves. Just made for a man to sink into.” He went to his knees
behind her and yanked her jeans down to her ankles. Then slowly drew his hands
back up along the insides of her thighs, kissing and licking as he rose.
“And a thong. Woman, you really know how to raise a guy’s
blood pressure. It’s like unwrapping the birthday present you’ve been waiting
for all year long.” She felt him nuzzle between her ass cheeks, prodding with
his tongue as he stroked the sensitive skin all around the minuscule strip of
silk.
Without conscious thought, Giselle bent forward, placing her
elbows on the sofa for support as she closed her eyes to concentrate on every
stroke, every breath Con lavished on her hypersensitive nerve endings. Every
atom of her being was attuned to him, to his fingers, his mouth and teeth, as
he raised the level of his sensuous attack. Soon she was squirming for more.
“Con, please.”
He nipped a mouthful of skin just to the point of pain that
drenched her pussy with moisture. “I think we have to dispense with this very
sexy wrapper so I can get to the cake…and then the icing.”
With that he slipped the thong down to her ankles. In her
sensuous haze, Giselle couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like to
someone walking into the office just then—a naked woman bent forward over the
sofa, breasts swaying freely, unruly hair flowing all around her face, with a
fully clothed, younger man behind her, ripping open a foil packet, and then—
One smooth, hard thrust and she felt Con seat himself to his
balls. Somehow it was more decadent to her, being naked while he was dressed.
As though she was someone else
“Did you happen to notice that sofa?” he asked between
kisses and bites at the vulnerable spot where her neck met her shoulder.
Giselle sighed at the delicious shudders cascading through
her at his touch. “Mmm. It’s dove gray. Looks like leather.”
Sidling around her chair, he pulled her to her feet and
wrapped his arms around her. “Right. And it’s virgin.”
She jolted out of his arms with a surprised bark of
laughter. “Virgin? What kind of leather is…”
“It’s a small sofa, so it’s called a love seat.
Emphasis on the love. And it’s been waiting for a long time to live up to its
name.” He turned her around so they both faced forward then steered her behind
said loveseat. “See,” he said, nudging her until her thighs hit the sofa. “In
order to baptize virgin leather, you have to start slowly.”
Trapping her with his body, he unbuttoned her blouse with
careful deliberation. “It doesn’t like to be surprised, so we’ll just…” He slid
the silky fabric down and off her arms and gently flung it to one armrest.
“Cover up its eyes.”
Giselle would have giggled at the image, but her brain locked
on to the feel of his questing fingers making smaller and smaller circles on
her lacy bra, bringing her nipples to rigid attention. When he reached them, he
squeezed each hard nubbin between thumb and forefinger, priming her.
“It’s okay, Giselle, you can moan,” he whispered as she
began to move her hips against the erection she felt prodding her ass cheeks.
“The loveseat is hard of hearing. In fact, I hope you’ll be making lots of
noise soon, but it won’t hurt the leather at all. You’ll just have to stand
still, okay?”
The clasp of her bra loosened and she felt the straps
slipping off her shoulders. The bra landed on top of the blouse and his hands
closed around her freed breasts.
“Lordy, your tits were made in heaven.” He lifted them,
gently squeezed them in his grip, tucked his chin on her shoulder. “Look at
them. I could suck on them all day long.”
Then he abandoned them and she felt bereft. “But the
loveseat is waiting to be christened.”
He slid his hands down to the placket of her jeans, popped
the button and pulled down her zipper, then slid the garment over her hips.
“Look at those curves. Just made for a man to sink into.” He went to his knees
behind her and yanked her jeans down to her ankles. Then slowly drew his hands
back up along the insides of her thighs, kissing and licking as he rose.
“And a thong. Woman, you really know how to raise a guy’s
blood pressure. It’s like unwrapping the birthday present you’ve been waiting
for all year long.” She felt him nuzzle between her ass cheeks, prodding with
his tongue as he stroked the sensitive skin all around the minuscule strip of
silk.
Without conscious thought, Giselle bent forward, placing her
elbows on the sofa for support as she closed her eyes to concentrate on every
stroke, every breath Con lavished on her hypersensitive nerve endings. Every
atom of her being was attuned to him, to his fingers, his mouth and teeth, as
he raised the level of his sensuous attack. Soon she was squirming for more.
“Con, please.”
He nipped a mouthful of skin just to the point of pain that
drenched her pussy with moisture. “I think we have to dispense with this very
sexy wrapper so I can get to the cake…and then the icing.”
With that he slipped the thong down to her ankles. In her
sensuous haze, Giselle couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like to
someone walking into the office just then—a naked woman bent forward over the
sofa, breasts swaying freely, unruly hair flowing all around her face, with a
fully clothed, younger man behind her, ripping open a foil packet, and then—
One smooth, hard thrust and she felt Con seat himself to his
balls. Somehow it was more decadent to her, being naked while he was dressed.
As though she was someone else
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