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earlier than planned. Would it be okay if I came by after; say about five or six?"
"Five is great. Six is okay too," she assured him. She tossed the cordless phone onto the bed and shrugged. She could write until he arrived. She was working on a new piece of music for the group and every opportunity to work on it was a good thing.
As the day progressed she contemplated lighting candles. They weren't scented candles, but a little ambiance was a good thing. Then again she could accidentally fall into one of them and start a fire. "No candles," she shook her head. Instead, she settled on using one row of the recessed lighting. She pushed the suede ottomans to the corner, moved a few other pieces and drew the blinds to cover the window, though she left them open to let in the light from the setting sun.
Before she realized the time Kyle was there with his floor mat ready to practice.
"I cleared a space in here," she said. He was wearing workout pants, and a basic button down shirt. It was the second time she had seen him out of his uniform and she had to admit, he looked good.
He laid out the mat and pulled off his shirt. He was solid, completely solid as she had suspected. He wrapped the top of his martial arts uniform around him, "Let's get started."
"Oh, right. I'll turn that off." She made a move for the stereo.
"Leave it."
In studio he had never left music playing, but she wouldn't protest. She loved this soundtrack and could listen to it all day. In fact, she had listened to it all day.
"Batman?"
"Yeah, the Dark Knight soundtrack. Great drums throughout," she bowed and took her stance. She blocked attacks as much as she could. He pointed out her weaknesses and how to correct them. He showed her moves to disable an attacker. They had started the lesson with the soundtrack on track one, by thirteen she was flat on her back pinned beneath him.
"Never let him get you here." He held her wrist to the floor beside her head. He moved and she felt the bulge of his erection press against her center. She instinctively rocked against it.
He felt so good against her and she wondered if he would feel as good inside of her.
"That's not fair," he said through clenched teeth.
"Then make it fair."
Her words seemed to be all he needed to release the control he had been exercising as she seductively undulated against him. He pulled down her pants; her panties followed willingly as she freed him from his top. Her top was next, followed by the realization that she was not wearing a bra.
He looked at her breasts wantonly and she felt her body shiver in response. "Why am I the only one naked here?" She panted.
"You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen."
"They're small."
"They’re perfect," he bent his head and lavished one with sweet kisses. Never before had she felt any sense of arousal from having her breasts fondled, but she felt it now. She felt sensations sweep through her with every lick, every kiss and every caress. She needed him; God did she need him.
As if knowing her desperation, or perhaps feeling his own, he shoved his pants down his thighs, fought his way free of them and then entered her so swiftly she gasped and cried out.
She gasped as he thrust in again.
She felt the apex of her orgasm building ready to shatter her. She had no sheets to fist, no pillows to clutch, so she grabbed on to his biceps, rising to meet every thrust.
He groaned.
"Oh, right there. Please, right there," she moaned. One more thrust was all it took to push her over the edge. She arched her back; her head falling backwards and on a silent, but sharp inhale, she came.
He pushed into her harder, faster, without mercy, without control and when he came there was nothing silent about his climax.
He collapsed atop her, his face tucked into the curve of her neck. His breathing was heavy, as was hers. When she could speak she said, "I don't think I'll ever be able to listen to this song again without feeling you inside of me."
He
"Five is great. Six is okay too," she assured him. She tossed the cordless phone onto the bed and shrugged. She could write until he arrived. She was working on a new piece of music for the group and every opportunity to work on it was a good thing.
As the day progressed she contemplated lighting candles. They weren't scented candles, but a little ambiance was a good thing. Then again she could accidentally fall into one of them and start a fire. "No candles," she shook her head. Instead, she settled on using one row of the recessed lighting. She pushed the suede ottomans to the corner, moved a few other pieces and drew the blinds to cover the window, though she left them open to let in the light from the setting sun.
Before she realized the time Kyle was there with his floor mat ready to practice.
"I cleared a space in here," she said. He was wearing workout pants, and a basic button down shirt. It was the second time she had seen him out of his uniform and she had to admit, he looked good.
He laid out the mat and pulled off his shirt. He was solid, completely solid as she had suspected. He wrapped the top of his martial arts uniform around him, "Let's get started."
"Oh, right. I'll turn that off." She made a move for the stereo.
"Leave it."
In studio he had never left music playing, but she wouldn't protest. She loved this soundtrack and could listen to it all day. In fact, she had listened to it all day.
"Batman?"
"Yeah, the Dark Knight soundtrack. Great drums throughout," she bowed and took her stance. She blocked attacks as much as she could. He pointed out her weaknesses and how to correct them. He showed her moves to disable an attacker. They had started the lesson with the soundtrack on track one, by thirteen she was flat on her back pinned beneath him.
"Never let him get you here." He held her wrist to the floor beside her head. He moved and she felt the bulge of his erection press against her center. She instinctively rocked against it.
He felt so good against her and she wondered if he would feel as good inside of her.
"That's not fair," he said through clenched teeth.
"Then make it fair."
Her words seemed to be all he needed to release the control he had been exercising as she seductively undulated against him. He pulled down her pants; her panties followed willingly as she freed him from his top. Her top was next, followed by the realization that she was not wearing a bra.
He looked at her breasts wantonly and she felt her body shiver in response. "Why am I the only one naked here?" She panted.
"You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen."
"They're small."
"They’re perfect," he bent his head and lavished one with sweet kisses. Never before had she felt any sense of arousal from having her breasts fondled, but she felt it now. She felt sensations sweep through her with every lick, every kiss and every caress. She needed him; God did she need him.
As if knowing her desperation, or perhaps feeling his own, he shoved his pants down his thighs, fought his way free of them and then entered her so swiftly she gasped and cried out.
She gasped as he thrust in again.
She felt the apex of her orgasm building ready to shatter her. She had no sheets to fist, no pillows to clutch, so she grabbed on to his biceps, rising to meet every thrust.
He groaned.
"Oh, right there. Please, right there," she moaned. One more thrust was all it took to push her over the edge. She arched her back; her head falling backwards and on a silent, but sharp inhale, she came.
He pushed into her harder, faster, without mercy, without control and when he came there was nothing silent about his climax.
He collapsed atop her, his face tucked into the curve of her neck. His breathing was heavy, as was hers. When she could speak she said, "I don't think I'll ever be able to listen to this song again without feeling you inside of me."
He
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