Curate, connect, and discover
Coming home after a night out. The two of us filled with need so much that we barely make it into the front door before she’s on her knees and having me. Before long, she’s pressed to the wall and we’re both moaning out for that release. Panting, and released, we stumble to the bedroom to do it again.
Finding her working in her office and giving her a look that tells her what I want. Letting her feel my gaze traveling over her, taking her in, memorizing each and every inch of her. Then walking in, standing her up only to bend her over slowly. Making sure she feels where my hands go. Make sure she feels when I pull her skirt up and peel her panties down. Make sure she feels how much she turns me on in that first press inside.
Laying back with her, both of us mostly naked. Each slowly teasing and whispering to each other as our friend lays and plays for us. Both of us watching her as she teases and gets into it. Seeing her face move between us as we slowly start to play. All of us letting it build until the room is filled with sounds of release.
He opened the door to find her already naked and ready for him. He let it stay like that, making sure should anyone walk by they would see the state she was in.
Slowly, he walked in and let the door close behind him. His eyes moved to hers, holding them as each step brought him closer. Turning until she pressed up against the wall.
His hands reached out to feel her, to sense the tremble in her body with him so close. “Tonight, you will serve me. But I promise, when you wake in the morning, you will remember every touch, every kiss, every moan that passes your lips.”
She shuddered at the thought and knew he was right.