Chapter 3.
The door to the master suite was forced open with the mutual press of their bodies, a testament to their shared, urgent hunger.
Anita, with a low growl of impatience, was already fumbling with the buttons on Brian’s shirt.
Her hands, nimble and practiced, struggled with the small, intricate buttons of the expensive suit.
With a low growl of frustration, she grabbed the front of his shirt and, with a single, powerful motion, tore it open.
Buttons flew off and scattered across the plush carpet like tiny, forgotten pearls.
The sound was a final, triumphant punctuation to his old life.
In return, Brian’s hands were on her ass, his fingers kneading the firm, perfect flesh beneath the satin.
Now he had lifted her dress up, uncovering the smooth, round curves of her backside.
She moaned, a low, guttural sound of pleasure, as his hands explored her.
He pulled the dress over her head and tossed it aside, his eyes devouring the sight of her body.
She was a goddess, a perfect, impossible vision of femininity.
"It has been so long," she whispered, her voice a plea, a confession.
Anita pushed him backward with a gentle but firm shove, her palms flat against his chest, sending a ripple of anticipation through his body.
His legs buckled as they hit the edge of the oversized king-sized bed, the mattress so plush and inviting it seemed to swallow him whole, the cool, silky sheets brushing against his skin like a lover's whisper.
He dropped back, his body sinking into the luxurious embrace, the faint scent of fresh linens mixing with the heady aroma of her perfume lingering in the air.
She smiled down at him, her eyes gleaming with pure, unadulterated desire, her full lips curving into a seductive promise.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, she lifted his right foot with hands as soft as silk, her fingers tracing the arch delicately before tugging off his shoe with a slow, deliberate pull.
The shoe thudded softly to the floor, and she rolled down his sock inch by inch, her nails grazing the veins along his calf, sending shivers racing up his leg.
She pressed her lips to the ball of his foot in a soft, intimate kiss, her warm breath teasing his skin, before letting it drop gently.
Without breaking eye contact, she repeated the ritual with his left foot…
lifting, removing the shoe, peeling off the sock with tantalizing slowness, her touch lingering like a caress from a dream.
Her fingers, long and delicate, traced a path up his legs, starting at his ankles and gliding upward, exploring the muscles of his calves, the backs of his knees, and higher still, until they reached his groin.
The heat from her hands radiated through the fabric of his pants, making his cock twitch in anticipation.
She smiled triumphantly, her eyes darkening with hunger, and undid his belt with a soft click that echoed in the quiet room like a secret unlocked.
She pulled the belt free in one smooth motion, the leather whispering against the loops, and set it aside.
The sound of his zipper was a harsh, erotic rasp, slow and teasing as she dragged it down, her knuckles brushing against his hardening length.
Her hands, strong and confident, grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged them down his hips, her fingers hooking into the elastic of his boxer briefs at the same time.
She peeled them off together, inch by inch, revealing his thighs, then his groin, his cock straining against the fabric until it finally sprang free, slapping hot and demanding against his stomach.
It stood thick and veined, throbbing with need, the tip glistening with a bead of precum.
Anita smirked, her gaze fixed on it with raw appreciation, and leaned forward, her breath warm against his skin.
Her tongue darted out, soft and wet, tracing a long, languid path from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, savoring every ridge and vein.
Brian gasped, a choked sound of pure pleasure escaping his lips as the sensation shot through him like electricity.
She lingered at the head, swirling her tongue around it in slow circles, tasting the salty essence before pressing a kiss to the underside.
"God, that is a beautiful cock," she whispered, her words humming against his sensitive skin, vibrating through him.
Anita took him between her lips then, enveloping him in a deep, knowing embrace, her mouth warm and wet as she slid down his length.
Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that matched the bob of her head, her tongue pressing flat against the underside with each descent.
She sucked gently at first, then harder, hollowing her cheeks to create a tight suction that made his hips buck involuntarily.
Saliva coated him, dripping down his shaft as she worked him deeper, her throat relaxing to take more of him, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the room.
She hummed softly, the vibrations adding layers of pleasure, her free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers.
With a soft, wet smack, she released him, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip for a moment before breaking.
Brian gasped for air, his chest heaving, as she climbed up over him, her body a sinuous curve of perfection…
long legs straddling his hips, her breasts full and swaying, nipples peaked and begging for attention.
Her lips captured his in a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue invading his mouth with fierce passion, tasting of him and her own desire.
Their tongues danced, swirling and tangling, as she ground her hips against his cock, the thin fabric of her panties the only barrier between them.
His hands found her waist of their own accord, fingers splaying across her smooth skin, and she guided one up to her left breast, pressing it into his palm.
He kneaded the firm, warm flesh, his thumb circling her hard nipple, pinching it lightly to elicit a moan from her that vibrated into their kiss.
His other hand slid to her ass, gripping the soft, round curves, squeezing and pulling her closer.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, her breath hot against his lips, and whispered, "You are just wonderful," her voice thick with lust, her eyes locked on his.
She lifted herself up, her hips arching gracefully, and with a single fluid motion, pulled her very thin panties to the side, exposing her wet, glistening folds.
Her hand wrapped around his cock, guiding the tip to her entrance, rubbing it back and forth along her slit to coat him in her arousal.
Her eyes closed, head tilting back as she slowly lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, a long, drawn-out moan filling the room as he stretched and filled her deeply.
The heat of her pussy enveloped him like a tight, velvet glove, her walls clenching around every vein and ridge.
She didn't stop until she was fully seated, her body a perfect weight on his, her clit pressing against his pubic bone.
Brian's hands gripped her hips as she began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm…
gliding back and forth, then circling her hips in lazy figure-eights that made her gasp with each shift.
Her breasts bounced gently with the motion, and he leaned up, capturing her right nipple in his mouth, sucking hard like a hungry child, his tongue flicking and swirling around the peaked bud.
She moaned deeply, her hand cradling the back of his head, holding him there as she rode him faster, her hips grinding with increasing urgency, the wet sounds of their joining growing louder.
Anita's riding became more passionate, her hips slamming down with frantic energy, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Her moans escalated, desperate and unrestrained, her pussy tightening around him in rhythmic pulses that squeezed him relentlessly.
He responded by sucking harder on her nipple, his teeth grazing it lightly, while his hands guided her hips, urging her to go faster, deeper.
Her body trembled, building to the peak, and then with a long, drawn-out scream, she came…
her back arching like a bow, muscles convulsing, her pussy flooding him with hot juices as waves of ecstasy crashed through her.
She collapsed over him, her body limp and spent, chest heaving against his.
He kissed her forehead, lips lingering on her damp skin, holding her close as she caught her breath.
"God… it has been so long," she whispered, her voice raw and vulnerable, before looking up at him with eyes soft and content.
She grabbed his shoulders then, and with surprising strength, rolled them over so she was beneath him, her legs parting wide to cradle his body.
"Take me," she whispered, her voice a low, throaty purr. "Fill me."
Brian braced his hands on the mattress beside her head and started to move, thrusting into her with slow, powerful strokes at first, savoring the way her pussy gripped him on each withdrawal and plunge.
Her moans, still echoing from the last orgasm, grew ragged again, her body quickly ascending toward another peak.
Her breathing became shallow and rapid, hands clutching the sheets, twisting them in her fists.
He picked up speed, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythmic force that made the bed creak, his cock flying in and out, hitting deep spots that made her cry out.
Her screams turned dry and guttural, primal sounds of surrender, and then she came again…
her body going rigid, pussy clamping down like a vice, back arching as her legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper.