Swati succumbs at work. Twice.
Mind the gap between the train and the platform."
They didn't speak a word on the short walk from the station to his flat. When she brushed against his hand and took it in hers he didn't need it said that they should pick up the pace. They reached the apartment and he barely had time to drop her bags inside the door before she was on him.
Her mouth found his, hard and hot. Their tongues twisted together in a rolling, passionate dance. They stumbled towards the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes and torn buttons, their lips never parting.
They stood at the foot of the bed, still kissing, as their hands felt the fiery touch of warm flesh. Her fingernails traced crisscrossing red lines up and down his back and his hands made their way down to the perfect curves of her ass. He squeezed and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her there as her thighs pressed in and her hips moved to slowly grind her crotch into his. With his right hand he deftly unhooked her bra, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor.
He dropped her onto the bed and took a moment to enjoy the sight of her gorgeous, round breasts before his mouth descended to them. Lips sucked gently at her nipples and his tongue flicked playfully across them, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. His hands remained on her mammary mounds as he kissed a path down the smooth white plain of her stomach.
He reached the border of her panties and gripped them in his teeth, continuing to slide back and pulling them down around her milky thighs. She worked the thong the rest of the way down to her ankles and kicked it away, spreading her legs invitingly. He completed his trail of kisses past her shaved pubic delta to her already moistened pussy.
Spreading her labia, he revealed her swollen clitoris and blew on it softly. She shuddered in anticipation, but he wasn't about to get her off so easily. His hands hovered over her hips, then began to trace a V back down to her dripping vulva, fingertips gliding over the skin, barely touching. Simultaneously, he covered her inner thighs with wet kisses and she quivered, letting out a quiet, quaking moan.
"Please. Don't tease me anymore."
Wordlessly, he smiled and began to put his mouth to better use. He caressed her clit with slow strokes of his tongue, tasting her womanly fluids. He started sucking, then licking faster and firmer, and he inserted a finger inside her. She thrashed lightly, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket as electric waves shot through her. The intensity of the sensations only increased and soon her back arched, her face twisted in ecstasy, and she gasped sharply at the most spectacular orgasm she had ever experienced.
"Did you like that?"
"God yes. Probably as much as you're going to like this."
She slid down off the bed onto her knees as he stood before her. Her hands moved slowly up his legs, climbing the backs of his thighs to feel his firm buttocks. Then they swept around to the front and began to caress the stiffened form beneath his boxers. With a quick tug she pulled them off and saw what she had been eagerly awaiting. She felt a thrill of anxious fantasy as she imagined what that erect member would feel like thrusting into her.
She gripped it delicately and started a slow, rhythmic stroke. When he began to make soft sounds of pleasure she took it into her mouth, her tongue tickling the underside of his shaft. She sucked with skill and diligence while her right hand assisted her mouth and her left hand buried itself between her legs.
Suddenly she stopped.
"What's the matter?"
"I can't wait anymore. I want you inside me right now."
"Alright, hold on a sec. I jus-- Oh shit."
"Shit, Emily, I'm sorry. I don't have any condoms."
"It's fine, Donovan. I'm on birth control."
"I go by Kieran now, remember? And--"
"I don't care if you call yourself the King of England. I flew 3000 miles for that cock, so you can either get over here and fuck me with it or you can go fuck yourself."
"Jesus. You don't mess around, do you?"
"Come on an