“Don’t worry, there’ll be a hairdryer in the bathroom.” He undoes his bow tie, then struggles with the tight top button of his shirt. At the same time, I unbutton his waistcoat, then start on the rest of his shirt buttons. When I get to the bottom, I push the two sides of the shirt apart.
His chest is tanned, with neatly trimmed hair, and I murmur my approval, brushing my hands across his muscles. Bending, I kiss each nipple, teasing them with my tongue, while he slides a hand into my hair.
I’m wearing a high-quality wig, so I doubt he can tell by touch alone, but even so, I sit up again, not wanting him to pull on it and dislodge it. Lowering my hands, I undo his belt and the button of his trousers, then slide down his zipper over his impressive erection. He’s wearing black boxer-briefs, and I move up a little so I’m sitting right on top of his cock and rock my hips, arousing myself on him.
“I’m hoping you have a condom,” I say.
He slides a hand into his trouser pocket, extracts his wallet, and takes a packet out. “Are you sure you don’t want to take this to the bedroom?” he asks.
I shake my head, continuing to ride him while he tears off the wrapper and takes out the condom. By the time he’s ready to apply it, there’s a damp patch on his underwear, and he blows out a breath as I move off.
“You’re driving me mad,” he mumbles, pushing down the boxer-briefs and rolling the condom on.
I move up, and he guides the tip of his cock into me. I lean a hand on either side and watch him as I slowly push down.
He exhales with an, “Ahhh,” as I take him inside.
Oh, the feeling of him being deep inside me is exquisite. I sit there for a moment, eyes closed, reveling in the sensation of being stretched and filled. When my eyelids finally flutter open, it’s to find him watching me, a look of sleepy desire in his eyes.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Like a fucking goddess.”
Nobody’s ever called me a goddess before. I really can’t believe I’m doing this. Briefly, as I begin to move, I debate keeping the wig for a bit longer. Then all thoughts flee my mind as he pulls me down to kiss me.
I’m starting to get hot in the gown… maybe I should have taken it off… but there’s something wicked and delicious about having sex partly clothed.
Pushing back up, and rocking my hips, I move the two sides of his shirt wide apart and admire his broad chest, running my fingers over his body and enjoying his masculine form. “You work out,” I state, loving the fact that, while he hasn’t quite got a six-pack, his muscles are defined and firm.
“How old are you?” he asks, brushing his fingers over my breasts where they’re exposed by the gaping bodice. “Actually, I should probably have asked that before we had sex…”
I giggle. “I’m twenty-six. You?”
“Thirty-three.”
“Oh my God, I’m fucking a pensioner.”
He laughs, pushes up to a sitting position, and pulls me toward him with one hand at the back of my neck. “You’re a bad girl.”
“Gonna spank me?” I whisper against his lips. I haven’t been spanked since my mother whacked me on the ass for knocking over a vase of flowers when I was six, but somehow I think Cupcake could be into a bit of BDSM.
What am I thinking? This isn’t me! Or maybe it is…
His lips curve up, and his tongue teases mine. “Would you like that?”
“I think I’d like anything that involved your hands on my body.”
He slides his hands up my thighs and around to fondle my bum. “Seems a shame to mark this pretty little ass. Although… the thought of leaving a handprint on that beautiful white skin appeals to me.”
The two of us are moving together, him sliding easily inside me. He kisses me while he talks, our tongues tangling between words, and I feel myself spiraling out of control again.
“You want to mark me?” I murmur. “Let other men know I’ve been claimed?”
“Like a kinky wedding ring?”
We both laugh.
“If you were mine,” he says huskily, “I’d never let you out of my bed.”
The thought sends a thrill through me… but then I remember who we are, and my spirits sink a little. “I wish we’d met differently,” I whisper. This would never work in real life. We only have this one night, and I have to make the best of it.
