My penthouse overlooking the glittering skyline hummed with morning light filtering through floor-to-ceiling glass. Silk robe clung to my bronzed thighs, whispering against skin still warm from sleep. Weeks of silence from my lover had left me aching, starved for control, for fire. Then, Richard called. ‘I’m nearby, darling. Breakfast, on me.’ His voice, that easy charm from our work days, pulled me in. Friend only, always. Until now.
He arrived fast, suit crisp, eyes hungry. I let him in, robe barely tied, offering coffee from the marble kitchen island. He sank into the Italian leather sofa, watching me dart past, curves flashing. ‘Take your time, Suzie,’ he murmured, rising. His hand grazed my shoulder, slid down my arm, gripped my hip. Pressed me back against his hardness. ‘See what you do to me.’ I glanced down, his bulge straining. Heat flushed my cheeks. ‘Don’t be stupid, Richard.’ But my voice trembled.
The Privilege
I fled to the bedroom, heart pounding. He followed, close. ‘I’m not here to hurt you. We’ve waited too long. Admit you want this.’ His eyes locked mine, reading the fear, the want. I smiled, timid. ‘You’re right. I do. But I’m uneasy.’ ‘Let me lead.’ His fingers untied the robe. It pooled at my feet, exposing me fully. He guided me to the king-sized bed, Egyptian cotton sheets cool under me. Hands traced my curves, igniting sparks. Thighs parted under his touch, my wetness gleaming.
The Discretion would come later. Now, privilege pulsed.
His mouth found my clit, lips soft then fierce. I gasped, hips bucking. ‘Yes, suck it hard!’ Tongue lashed, teeth grazed. Fingers plunged in, curling to my G-spot. Orgasm crashed, body arching as he lapped my juices, savoring like fine champagne.
The Excess
He stood, pants off, cock throbbing. Straddled my face. ‘Open those lips. Taste me.’ Gland slid over my mouth, hot, salty. I obeyed, tongue swirling the tip, probing the slit. He gripped my hair, fucked my throat deep. I pulled back, flipped to doggy, feet planted on plush carpet. Licked his shaft slow, hand stroking, finger teasing his ass. ‘Filthy slut,’ he groaned, twitching.
I craved his cum. Lay back, sucked harder, fingering my clit. He erupted, jets filling my throat. I swallowed greedily, eyes locked. ‘More?’ His cock stirred.
‘Doggy, feet on the floor.’ Fingers rammed my pussy, then tongue circled my virgin ass. Doubled pleasure. He lubed with my juices, thrust in deep. Pain flared, then bliss. ‘Fuck my ass harder!’ I begged, rubbing my clit. He pounded, savage. We shattered together, his seed flooding me, mine dripping down silk-sheathed thighs.
We collapsed, bodies slick on leather-edged sheets. His kiss lingered, soft. ‘Better than dreams.’ I nestled into him, city lights twinkling beyond glass walls. Secrets safe in this elite sanctuary. We texted after, plotting next. One life. Live it raw.
