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Chapter 10: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 2, Vanilla...

His hand hovers below my breast, almost but not quite, cupping. "Kirstie?" His voice is rough, almost gravelly.

"Yes," I say, sliding my hand over his and pressing it against my flesh.

His fingers squeeze into my breast and his breath grows ragged. "God, but I want you."

The sheer intensity of his desire is setting me alight. My reservations over the wisdom of what I am doing, dissolve into a haze of lust as my core wells hot. I want this man now. I want him in my bed and inside me.

He slips his hand under my blouse, reaching inside and upwards, then stymied by the tightness of the garment, removes the hand again, and with a very brief glance into my eyes...

Asking permission?

... he starts to unbutton my blouse. Bending close, he kisses the rounded tops of my breasts, then cupping with one hand, he unclips my bra with the other.

The room is coolish, and as the air wafts across my skin, my nipples tighten and crinkle. He fastens his mouth around one, suckling gently as he works the other between thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging.

My breathing is growing heavier, my panties becoming warm and moist. Ben's hand works its way down to the hem of my skirt, slipping upwards and inwards to stroke my thighs, and I whimper as my pussy quivers. He reaches further, a finger slipping between my legs, rubbing at the crotch of my panties. As he discovers my warm wetness, he pulls out from my skirt, reaching back around me to unzip, tugging it down with both hands.

He stands back, looking away, then up at the ceiling for a moment, breathing heavily, his face glistening with perspiration.

"Jeez..." he mutters.

Abruptly, he stoops, his arms underneath to scoop me up, and glancing around the room, nods towards a door.

"Bedroom?" he queries.

"Yes." I smile.

He carries me through, levering the door handle with an elbow, and places me on the bed. And now, he smiles properly. It's a big smile, lighting up his face and eyes, transforming his features, and it stays there as he strips off shirt, shoes and trousers. Seeing him clearly for the first time, he's a good-looking man, well built, his muscles firm. I arch back onto the bed, ready to welcome his body into mine.

After a moment, he looks embarrassed, retrieving the trousers to pull something from his pocket. "Um, I don't want to seem as though I was making assumptions, but I was hoping..." He holds up a small foil packet, then placing on the bedside table, lies beside me, naked save for his boxers.

And now, he seems nervous. "What's wrong?" I ask, stroking his hair as he hovers over me, his weight on an elbow.

He caresses my cheek, his fingers soft. "I don't want to screw this up," he says. "It's... it's been a while and... and I'm hoping that you and I really have something. I think that we do."

Oh, Jeez... I really shouldn't be doing this...

But I'm here now, all but naked with him, and as he presses himself against me, scattering kisses over my breasts and belly, the warming curl of arousal smokes up inside me, igniting as it goes.

Ben flows over me, his body resting over mine. Thumbs tug into the top of my panties. "Do you think we really need these?"

"I don't think so. And what about these?" I insert a finger into the waistband of his shorts and snap the elastic back. His shaft is pressing outwards, and the elastic skims the head as it releases.

"Ouch! Be careful, Woman." he laughs. "You're endangering my assets." Quickly he strips the boxers away, then turns his attention back to me.

His face turns intense. Moving to crouch above me on all fours, he kisses the side of my face, then slides around to my neck. He leaves a trail of kisses from the tender area behind my ear to the hollow of my collarbone. Travelling further, his lips trail between my breasts and across my belly. Briefly, he nuzzles at the top of my panties, before slipping his fingers under and pulling them away.

I expect him to continue, to kiss between my thighs, to open me, to lick and suck my clit, to bring me to climax; but he doesn't. Instead, taking a moment to rip foil, he nudges my knees apart to lie between, his cock pushing at me...

Is that it? Clothes off and straight in there?

Fortunately, I am already aroused, my pussy warm and wet, and as he eases into me, my flesh shivers around him. Ben is well built and his shaft stretches me as he penetrates.

Maybe this will be enough...

As he thrusts, I start to rock with him, to match his movements, but he says "Just let me do the work. Let me make love to you."

So, I lie there as he fucks me; flat on my back, passive; simply receiving. After a few minutes, he gasps and grunts, grinding at me. Then he kisses me.

"That was wonderful," he says.

I lie quietly for what seems a polite period, then "Want some more of that wine?" I ask.

"Why not?" he says. "After such a wonderful evening."

*****

The following day after work, I have plans. After the previous day's frustrations, I'm feeling horny as hell. And as luck would have it, I already have an evening arranged with one of my 'regulars', Paul.

I see Paul typically once or twice a month, and we enjoy our frolics together. He's good-looking, doesn't want any complications and he works magic with his tongue...

My pussy already purring in anticipation of the evening to come, I pick out my little black dress to wear, hanging it out ready, put on my makeup, and brush out my dark hair, leaving it long and loose, the way I know Paul likes.

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