This is a fairly simple one-off. Generic characters, slightly interesting scenario. More on the sensual side than most of what I've posted.
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He was just a hook-up. Someone she'd found on one of those dating apps. One of the ones where mostly people just wanted sex and everyone knows it. It was their fourth night together. But something about this man made Anne feel more sexual than ever in her life. He was older, very well put together and exuded confidence. He was really just a player; she knew that. But that's all she wanted right then and when a man can play the game that well, letting him score was reward enough.
In her bedroom, he took control. Really, he'd been in control since they first met. His hands, his lips, his voice. It made her feel warm and heavy and compliant.
The light from the bedside lamp was soft and yellow. She was fascinated by Ben's hands, watching as they caressed her. They looked so big. And they were just a little calloused. Those hands grabbed the two sides of her blouse and he didn't hesitate before ripping it apart, popping every button at once and skinning it off her shoulders and half way down her arms.
She would have never permitted any other man to do that but with Ben, it made her knees week. When he buried his face in her revealed neck and he inhaled her and ran his teeth along it's length, she almost hit the floor. Only his powerful grasp kept her on her feet.
It was silly but she didn't even know what he did for a living. All he would talk about was the food, her clothing and her body. And the dirty things he would do to her. He would quietly say the filthiest things across the table. At their first meal, before the food even arrived, he had said to her, "I hope you're wearing panties under that skirt. I want them to be nice and wet when I take them off you later."
It was a line that should have earned him a knee to the groin but Anne was already enthralled. She'd answered him, "I am and they will be."
Now she'd let him rip her blouse apart and her chest heaved as he stared at the sheer black lace of her bra. She'd bought it for him. She wanted to be sexy for him.
He released her ruined shirt and held the back of her head with one hand. The other squeezed her tit flesh through the thin material. Her mouth opened with pleasure and he covered it with his. Ben's tongue invaded, soul kissing her. She grabbed his head and pulled her body harder to his.
He released her lips. Staring into her eyes, still holding her close, he ordered her, "Unhook the bra." She quickly reached behind her back and complied. She let it untangle from her arms as he roughly pulled it away. He tossed it aside and then squeezed her flesh again. His strong, masculine hands sent tingles through her entire body as he rolled and pinched her throbbing nipple.
His fascination with her tits was so arousing. Her heavy C-cups with dark Italian nipples where her best feature. He tested the hardness of her nipple and squeezed and kneaded her flesh, playing with it, pushing it into different shapes. He smiled hungrily. "Shoes. Skirt. Those wet fucking panties. Off." he ordered and released her.
While she quickly complied, he stalked around her bed. He was grinning. There was something both dark and playful about him. Anne thought the darkness was just for show... nevertheless, it excited her.
He pulled down the covers. On previous nights together, he'd dumped them on the floor and ravished her in the open on bare sheets. Tonight he turned them down neatly. "Anne, my dear. I think I will tuck you in now." He gestured to the bed.
She wiggled under the covers, eager to know what would come next. She lay on her back and Ben arranged the covers over her. They were pulled up only to her midriff. He smoothed them down around her. "Anne, put your arms at your sides and keep them there. Under the covers." His eyes bored into the softly rising peaks of her exposed breasts.
Now he stood over her, almost menacing. With slow deliberation, he undid each button of his shirt. When done, he pulled it open and let it hang loosely. Anne licked her lips. He had a great chest and strong shoulders. His middle wasn't model perfect but it absolutely did not matter. He was sex on a yummy stick.
He pulled the belt from his pants with a flourish. She felt a moment of fear that he might do something to her with it... and he obviously wanted her to feel that moment of fear... but he then tossed it aside.
Staring at her still, he opened his pants and then slid them off. Now Anne stared at the long, sharp mound in is boxers. She'd gotten a very good look at (and taste of) what Ben was packing before but it still thrilled her to see it barely restrained like this.
He removed his shirt the rest of the way. He didn't quite pose but he did swing his arms around a bit as if loosening up, letting her get a good look.
