The key is in the lock, the door is thrown open and they're inside, fumbling into the dark hallway, tripping backwards over the bookshelf, the end table, the door itself until he finally succeeds in kicking it shut. The darkness is only a momentary impediment. Their eyes adjust quickly, shards of moonlight shifting through the blinds in horizontal stripes to form patterns on their bodies as he presses her against the wall.
His kisses move from her hungry mouth down her neck to the sharp line of her collarbone, illuminated briefly by the moonlight as though it were an arrow guiding his lips to the very center of her chest. She shrugs off her coat and he moves his hands down her bare shoulders, running his fingertips down her arms. She shivers and feels her nipples harden underneath the soft, curve-hugging dress she's wearing. He senses this and brings his hands to her breasts, cupping them gently and letting his thumbs play over their generous surface.
They hold there a moment. Their eyes have adjusted enough to see each other's faces, pale and otherworldly in the half-light of the hallway. Both stop, breathing together. The pause is brief; she wraps her arms around him and pulls him against her, hard, kissing him deeply and letting a hand drift down his chest to where his cock hardens behind his pants. She breathes in sharply, wanting him so badly she can't help but put her hand against the skin under his shirt and slip it down, past his waistband, into his briefs, where she wraps her fingers around his cock. He presses into her and she feels him harden even more in her hands.
As he grabs her ass and buries his head in her neck, she strokes him slowly, up and down in gentle rhythm, lust growing as he becomes long and thick in her hand. He bites into her neck. She gasps and he can't wait any longer.He guides her backward forcefully, aiming her toward the first available surface—the kitchen counter. Newspapers and the morning mail are deposited unceremoniously onto the floor. He lifts her and reaches up underneath the dress, searching for her g-string; she moans at the contact of his fingers so close to her aching pussy. Allowing himself to be distracted, he smiles and trails his index finger up her thigh to the outside of her lips. She bites her lip and opens her legs, begging him silently to feel how wet she is for him. He moves the finger over her clit and the sweet electricity makes her close her eyes and moan again, a soft, quick sound that drives him wild with love and lust. She reaches forward and removes his belt, unbuttons his pants, unzips him and guides his briefs down in practiced motion. He slips a finger inside of her and feels her muscles clasp against him, aching for satisfaction. She successfully frees his cock and takes it once more in her hands, letting her fingers grasp the length of his shaft and swirl around the hot, sensitive tip.Guiding him towards her, she looks up at him and smiles. He kisses her gently. Their bodies press together and he takes her arms and moves them behind her. She jumps as she feels his cock pressing against her g-string insistently. The lingerie impedes his progress and he moves against it, thrusting gently until finally his dick slides by the soaking panties and starts to force itself inside of her. She throws her head back in ecstasy. His cock presses hard into her pussy and she feels him grind against the very back of her, filling her completely as he begins to pump in and out, slowly at first, feeling their bodies join with delicious friction as he fucks her. Something, a whisper, escapes her lips and he smiles and complies, moving faster and harder. Their breath nearly synchronizes. They speak to each other softly, sensuous words encouraging deeper, harder, faster, more, until both of them are breathless and hovering on the edge of release. With a final thrust they both come. The flood of feeling, warmth and wetness overtakes them. They hold each other, riding out their orgasms until they're cradling each other, exhausted and shaking.
She wraps her hands around his neck and kisses him softly. Their lips part, deepening the kiss. Pulling back slightly to kiss him on the cheek, she buries her head in the crook of his neck and hugs him tightly.The moonlight plays on their bodies. Lines of silver bring out first his eyes, then her hands, then the lines of their shoulders pressed together in the midnight haze.This is the only moment that exists.
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