"You don't need to be," she whispered, leaning in, her chestnut strands grazing his shoulder. Her lips met his--soft, testing, then insistent as she took charge, coaxing him past his nerves. He kissed back, hesitant but hungry, hands settling lightly on her waist, feeling the garter belt's straps under his fingers.
She pulled him up, pressing her 5'7" frame against his taller one, the lace of her bra brushing his shirt. "Hallway," she urged, tugging him along. He followed, shy but ensnared, her courage stripping his doubts. Against the hall wall, she nudged him back, rising on her stilettos to kiss him deeper, her lithe figure arching into his. His hands slid up, fingers shaky as they brushed the exposed tops of her breasts, pulling a soft moan from her.
In her bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips, eyes alight with fire. She peeled his shirt off, fingers tracing his fit chest, lingering on his abs with a smirk. "Not so shy now," she teased, shedding the bra, her breasts spilling free--full, soft, beckoning. Jake's eyes flared with quiet hunger, hands trembling as he cupped them, thumbs circling her nipples until she gasped.
She slid lower, unzipping his jeans, freeing his cock--thick, pulsing, rigid with need. Her eyes glinted, a bold smirk curving her lips. "Nice," she purred, leaning down to play with it--fingers stroking its length, tracing the veins, then her lips brushing the tip. She took him in, sucking slow and deep, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit before sliding down, lips tight as she bobbed. Jake groaned, hips twitching, his hands fisting the sheets as heat surged through him. Her mouth worked him expertly--wet, warm, relentless--her chestnut locks brushing his thighs as she took him deeper, the suction tightening. His breaths turned jagged, a low moan escaping as pressure built, his cock throbbing, nearing the edge. She felt him tense, his tip leaking faintly, and pulled back with a sly grin, leaving him panting, desperate, teetering on the brink.
Rising, she straddled him again, rubbing his cock against her panty-covered crotch, the lace damp with her arousal. Her chestnut strands swung as she moved, stockings brushing his thighs. Then, with a flick of her fingers, she pulled the black high-leg panties to the side, exposing her wet folds--glistening, swollen, aching for him. She rubbed his tip along them, slick and teasing, her heat painting him until he whimpered, hips jerking, voice cracking with need.
He couldn't wait. His hands seized her hips, and he thrust up, entering her--his thick cock parting the lace-edged folds, sliding into her tight, dripping warmth with a slow, shuddering push. She gasped, her slender frame quaking as he stretched her, inch by pulsing inch, her pussy clenching hot around him. The garter belt's straps bit faintly into her waist, stockings rasping his skin, her breasts bouncing as he rocked into her--deep, steady, the bed groaning under their rhythm. Her moans sharpened, eyes half-lidded, her slick heat gripping him tighter with each thrust, her heels clicking faintly as she shifted atop him.
Desiring him in a new angle, she slid off the bed, pulling him over to her vanity chair. She turned, sliding the black panties down her legs in one fluid motion, the lace slipping over her stockings and pooling at her stilettos, baring her fully--her ass round and firm, her pussy glistening between her thighs. "Here," she urged, bending over the chair, glancing back with commanding eyes. He stepped behind her, hands shaky but firm on her hips, thrusting into her again--harder, deeper. Her slender body jolted forward, the chair scraping the floor, her breasts swaying free as he pounded her. Each stroke plunged into her slick core, her walls pulsing around him, wet sounds mingling with her rising moans. Her climax built--her breaths hitching into sharp gasps, fingers digging into the chair's cushion, her legs trembling in the stockings. When it hit, she cried out, raw and loud, her body convulsing, pussy clamping tight as waves of pleasure shuddered through her, her heels wobbling. He groaned, thrusts faltering as he came--each thrust pumping rope after rope of warm cum into her, his cock pulsing with every surge, filling her until he was spent. As he pulled back, his cum began dripping down her legs, a slow trickle glistening against her stockings.
They collapsed back onto the bed, her chestnut locks fanning across his chest, his arm cradling her neck as their ragged breaths slowed, chests heaving in sync. Erin's skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, her limbs lax yet trembling faintly from the aftershocks, while Jake's pulse thudded visibly at his throat, his free hand flexing as if grounding himself from the intensity. Her eyes softened, tracing his flushed face, and his warm gaze met hers, a quiet awe lingering as their bodies settled into the mattress, the air thick with their mingled heat. "Guess I owe you for playing delivery boy," she teased, her voice husky but regaining its coy edge.
Jake, flushed and shy again, grinned faintly, eyes warm. "You certainly paid me back. Looking forward to getting another package for you."
