Her hands slid inside his suit jacket. He brought up his hands to push her away, but as soon as he touched her, his arms encircled her. They locked in a fevered embrace, her scent intoxicating him, as his lips traced across the supple skin of her neck, then along her jaw line and finally finding her ripe lips. She tasted better than he’d imagined. He been so ashamed when he’d woken in the middle of the night, sweat soaked and fully aroused with thoughts of the redheaded juror on his mind. He brought himself to intense orgasm imagining her naked form, bathed in moonlight, making love to him. The next day in court, he could not even look her in the eye. Now she was wrapped in his arms, the object of his intense desire and potential downfall.
She pushed his jacket over his shoulders, as they continued to kiss. Her fingers found the buttons on his vest and fumbled to undo them. He cradled her head as they kissed. He could not get enough of her taste. Soon the jacket and the vest were slung over the railing, and she was working at his necktie. She pulled at the knot at his neck and loosened it, then began to unbutton his shirt. When she reached his belt, she pulled out his shirttails. She lightly kissed his bare chest, her eager hands undoing his belt, as his chest hair tickled her face. She worked his zipper and then his pants were around his ankles.
She knelt in front of him, a wanton look in her green eyes. His arousal was evident, straining at the fabric of his black boxer briefs. She lightly kissed the bulge as she hooked her fingers in the waistband. She slowly pulled his briefs down to reveal his swollen member. Her lips lightly grazed him and sent a shiver through his body. She could feel his soft, musky pubic hairs brush against the tip of her nose. Her hot breath washed over his manhood and her hand ran over the tensing muscles in his thighs. Her tongue ran along the length of him leaving a glistening trail behind. She swirled her tongue around the spongy head and then worked her way back down the shaft, covering every rigid, veiny inch of him. He moaned loudly, his hands running through her crimson hair. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her urgently, tasting himself on her lips. His firm hands were running over her ample bosom, pinching at her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. He spun her around so that her back was against the railing now. His fingers deftly worked the buttons on her blouse and soon her generous breasts were the focus of his attention. She could feel his strong hands cradling their swell. His thorough tongue savored her wanting nipples. His hand slowly slid up her thigh and beneath her skirt. He could feel her sex pulsing through the silky material of her damp panties.
His touch sent a surge of passionate fire through her veins. She whimpered as his confident hands worked her body. His hand slid beneath her panties and over her smooth mound. He ran a finger along the length of her sex and marveled at how wet she was. She began to moan now and he kissed her suddenly, passionately to muffle her cries. She was grinding herself against his probing hand. Her breasts swelled with each gasping breath, her nipples still slick with his saliva.
“Fuck me, counselor,” she breathed into his ear. “Fuck me right now.”
He hadn’t intended on this encounter going that far, but now he was powerless to deny her plea. He needed to be inside her as much as she needed him there. He turned her around and slid her skirt up over her ass, taking a moment to caress its pliant flesh. Her skin burned in trails of rosy red behind his roving hands. She felt his penis, insistent at her opening, and then, slowly, purposefully, he slid inside, her warmth enveloping him inch by inch. His hands, slightly rough textured for a lawyer, griped her behind as he began to move inside her faster. She clutched the hard wooden railing as she pressed back against his driving hips. The sensation of him filling her sent constant waves of pleasure through her body. She whimpered loudly and he groaned in reply.
