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  He kissed her once more, then her thigh, then slid his fingers slowly out of her, waiting to be sure she would see. When she met his gaze, he sucked her from his fingers.

  He was throbbing now to the point of near pain. He ran his hand over his mouth and moved up the length of her body, kissing her white skin as he did. He settled himself above her, one hand stroking what was now his achingly hard sex. She grabbed him and kissed him deeply, then hooked her ankles at his hips once more and tugged. He obliged, moving himself over her until he pressed the head of his cock against her now overly sensitive sex. She shivered as he ran it over the wet mound again and again.

  “You like to be teased don’t you?”

  She shook her head no, but she was smiling. He lowered himself closer to her lips and spoke low.

  “Do you want it?”

  She growled again and dug her nails into his back. “Yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I want it,” she said and moved under him before whining in protest of his tease.

  “What do you want?”

  She blushed, her voice just a whisper. “Mmm, I want your cock inside me.”

  He slid the head down and pressed himself until her body yielded to him. She gasped and clutched at him as he slowly slid inside.

  He moved slowly, watching her. She shifted beneath him, her hands pulling at his hips for him to move deeper. She was warm and wet, and he fought the urge to move faster, to fuck her. He would wait until she asked.

  He let her lead, her hips grinding beneath him and against him. He watched her closed eyes, waiting for his signal. Finally, she scratched her fingernails into his backside. She looked at him, smiling before biting at his lower lip.

  “Come on, punish me with that beautiful cock of yours.”

  He smiled wide and kissed her back, pressing himself down onto her. Then with a swift move, he pulled himself up to his knees, grabbed her at the hips and tugged her toward him. She shrieked softly.

  “You sure?” He accentuated his question with a sudden thrust, his pelvis slamming into her thighs. “You think you can handle that?”

  She gasped and nodded, all the while keeping his gaze. He thrust again and watched her. Her face contorted, but she did not look away. He thrust faster this time, building a rhythm at a torturous pace. She cried out, but continued to watch his eyes, a wicked smile on her face.

  He was fighting to hide his own need. This game was intended to thrill and tease her, but he felt the ache himself. He was ready to take her, but he wanted to draw it out as long as he could. He wondered who he was torturing more.

  “I want you to annihilate me,” she said.

  “Well, when you put it like that.”

  He gripped her tightly and thrust himself into her, then without paused slipped out and thrust again. She gave a shocked cry and turned her eyes to where their bodies now met, watching him disappear into her. She pressed her hand to his stomach gently, a sign he’d driven deep, but he did not waver. He thrust again, the sound of their bodies slamming into one another in quick rhythm. She watched, touching him as he built up speed. Her gasps quickly grew to full moans.

  He slipped in and out with ease, his generous cock driving as deep as it could. He bent to her breast, clamping his mouth over her nipple. She writhed beneath him, grinding against him, meeting his thrusts with equal intention. The sensation was growing irresistible. He felt her legs around him, her pussy like velvet as he thrust inside her. He felt the pressure building. He had to settle himself in the sensation, or he might lose control. Her legs began to shake at his sides and he slipped his hand down to her clitoris. She shivered as his fingers began to play against her.

  She curled herself up into him and grabbed his shoulders. “Oh God, don’t stop!”

  He set his elbows into the mattress and moved quickly, pressing himself into her as she slowed beneath him. Her mouth opened in silent protest and her head fell back. She was close. He steadied himself there, driving down into her, watching her.

  Yet as she grew close, his own body sought release. He felt the heat in his sex rising against the heat of hers – the pressure building with every thrust. He looked down at her and felt her legs and her sex tighten around him as she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders. If he stopped now, she would kill him. Literally, she would kill him. He couldn’t stop, under any circumstances. He searched his mind for anything that might delay it – Hockey, yard work, he even tried to mentally compile a grocery list, but it was no use, her whispers of need couldn’t be drowned out with mundane thoughts. With each thrust, the sensation grew more intense, more difficult to withstand, but she was not yet spent. He did not stop, his breathing growing sharper with effort. She lifted herself, holding tightly to him, breathing the word, ‘Please.’ He sped up despite the consequence.

  Heat pulsed through his cock with each thrust, rising - hotter, higher. She convulsed beneath him and exhaled. He kept his rhythm, hoping to let her ride the sensation as long as he could. He stifled a cry as he came in her warm, wet pussy.

  He fought to keep his rhythm as she relaxed, running her fingertips down his sides. He slowed, gratefully, the sensation growing too intense to continue. He slumped onto her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

  “You slacker.”

  He chuckled. “I tried, baby. I couldn’t help it.”

  “Psh! What am I paying you for?”

  He laughed again, rolling onto the mattress beside her. She was smiling, her face flushed. He kissed her and told her she was beautiful. She accused him of trying to change the subject.

  “Give me a few minutes and I’m all yours.”

  “You better be,” she said and climbed on top of him, her warm sex now pressed onto his. She beamed at him before bending to kiss him. He ran his hands over her thighs, rubbing her backside. She wriggled on top of him, letting him feel her wetness. As she shifted there, taking hold of his hands and pinning them to the mattress above his head, she growled softly. His sex was already responding to her.

  “Oh, a few minutes, huh?”

  ***

  He sat up on the edge of the bed, scanning the floor for his clothes, but feeling little inspiration to collect them. He was tired and warm and more than willing to curl into that bed and sleep with her, but the time was up. He had to leave.

  “You’re the best birthday present ever.”

  Stephen chuckled. “I’m glad you think so.”

  She shifted to him on the edge of the bed, pressing her bare breasts to his back as she embraced him. This did not help fuel his desire to leave. They’d ended up making love several times in their three hours, including one last time in the shower as a close to the evening. She smelled of shampoo and soap, though the scent of their activities still lingered in the room.

  “I’m actually considering adding another appointment. Once a year isn’t nearly enough.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Yeah. What about Valentine’s Day?”

  He took her hand and kissed it. “I’m booked on Valentine’s Day.”

  She moved to meet his gaze. Her makeup had shifted, leaving her eyes smoky, but bright. She was smiling.

  “Well, maybe I should just let you hire me on your birthday.”

  He laughed. “Oh yeah, you thinking of getting into the business?”

  “No, but I might make an exception for you.”

  He raised his eyebrows and scratched his chin, appraising her. “Hmm, mmyes.”

  “I’ll definitely be more expensive though.”

  “I bet you’re worth every penny.”

  They both glanced at the clock - 9:50. She whined and kissed him before slumping back down onto the mattress. He stood up and bent to retrieve his boxers at the foot of the bed. She gave a few appreciative catcalls when he let the towel fall to the floor. He began getting dressed, and by the time he was lifting his jacket from the counter, the urge to leave was as weak as it had been when he lay beside her. Still, the time had
come. She stood and crossed the room, collecting her own dress from the floor. He put his jacket on and straightened his tie.

  “Will you do me a favor before you go?”

  He turned to find her standing with her back to him, her dress zipper open down her back. He let his fingers graze her skin as he zipped up the back of her dress. He couldn’t help but note that she wasn’t wearing underwear.

  She turned, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, her fingers firmly gripping his hair. He held her around the waist, remembering the initial touch of that evening, a touch that had occurred where they now stood. She released him and he again glanced at the clock.

  10:01

  “I had a wonderful time,” she said, walking him to the door.

  “Always a pleasure.”

  He kissed her cheek and squeezed her one more time, inhaling the smell of her before walking out into the stark hallway. The latch of the door clicked behind him.

  He stood in the empty hallway, the same gray carpet, same modern wall sconces and geometric light. He walked a few feet down the hall and pulled his wallet out of his inside jacket pocket. He opened the billfold and pulled out a thin band of white gold. He slid the ring back onto his finger.

  He tapped his wallet on the table and glanced at his watch.

  10:05

  He walked back to 7114 and raised his hand to knock on the door. It opened before he could.

  He looked at his wife, her hair up in a clip now to hide its wild nature.

  She burst out of the door and closed it behind her, kissing him as she moved past. “Dear God, I had a great night! How was yours?”

  “Pretty fucking fantastic.”

  She squeezed his hand and plowed past him down the hallway, her hips swaying with each step in her high heels. He followed.

  “Sorry, but I’m starving! Where do you want to get dinner?”

  “Anywhere you like, baby. It’s your birthday.”

  They reached the elevator and she pressed the call button several times. He took hold of her hand and pulled her over, her own ring cool against his skin. He kissed her neck. She smiled at him and pressed her nose to his before kissing him. The chime of the elevator’s arrival drew her attention and she released him, rushing into it.

  He stayed in the hallway a moment, spinning the ring on his hand. “So, I think I’m going to be busy on my birthday this year.”

  He looked up to find her smirking at him from inside the elevator. The look was wicked.

  “I can’t wait,” she said.

  She stepped out of the elevator just enough to reach him, took hold of his tie and pulled him inside. The chime of the elevator doors echoed down the stark, empty hallway.

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