1. Charcoal Pinstripes


    Date: 10/10/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Metilda, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    through my body. I shuddered. “You said it was one of your favorite scenes, too.” “Now you remember.” His voice tensed, almost imperceptibly. Whatever I’d done pushed him to consider the little once discussed and never revisited conversation about us having a ménage. The fantasy was on my mind often during sex. Was that a thrill or a sin? I couldn’t decide. He did smile, then, which made me relax. Then that smile shifted into a sexy, devilish little grin that preceded all sorts of naughtiness in the bedroom. So when footsteps entered the room, I was surprised, but not shocked. Yet when I turned and saw a familiar man dressed in a dark blue suit, I was stunned. Cloverfield’s came with full service. Funny, I didn’t see that on the pricing sheet. And I didn’t know what to say. Or even think. I was reduced to a shaken mix of chaotic thoughts and feelings. The rattled, undone sensation wasn’t just on the inside, but on the outside, too. Quivering and unsteady, my breath rattled in my chest. Ruben stepped to me and pressed one finger to my lips. I stilled instantly. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” After a moment, lost in a strange sort of trance, I whispered, “I do, I just don’t know how.” Reaching out, I clutched the hem of his suit jacket. When he ran the soft fabric of the scarf across my thigh, I relaxed, knowing he had everything under control. I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Ruben was a demolition expert, meticulous and careful; nothing would be left to ...
    chance. Slowly, so slowly, Ruben leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. I closed my eyes and gave into the sensation of that warm tingle building deep inside. Skin on skin. Then, he kissed me with a little more vigor, but still soft and lovely. The other man in the room faded away. Not completely, but enough. The kiss had my attention, as did the hand on my thigh, the rustle of fabric, and the delicate scarf now being placed over my eyes. Smooth, calculated, just how things unfolded in that one deleted scene that I loved so much. The kiss deepened while one hand threaded through my hair. He gathered it together, as if to twine it into a ponytail, but he held it away from my neck and kissed the nape. Disoriented and having lost track of things like bodies, I wasn’t sure who it was. It was the fault of the dark, and that sinful, deep kiss, and the fact that I’d been stewing with no relief for over twenty-four hours. After all of the touchlence, the contact was glorious. There were no errs to forgive. I reveled in the fingertips on my neck and the tingling, tight chill that radiated across my skin. Oh, wonderful. The darkness that surrounded me felt more like a warm pool. We were simply swimming and swimming. My lips cooled when Ruben ended the kiss. For a brief moment I wished he’d bring his mouth back to mine. Then I realized he was taking off his suit jacket. I could hear the sound of the slick lining as it slipped against the texture of his shirt. Maybe it wasn’t ...
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