Interlude #1 SeXStoRY

She was getting changed in the bedroom when he walked in. He stood there for a moment looking at her, appreciating the long legs in black stockings, the curve of her hips in lace panties and the swell of her tits in the matching black lace bra. Seeing him looking, she asked, “Is there something you want, dear?” He grinned. “Just you.” A couple of strides and he was on her, one hand on her throat, pushing her back against the wall. It caught her off guard and she barely got a breath in before his lips were locked on hers and his tongue was probing her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and gave as good as she got. She gasped when his other hand slipped into her panties and he started stroking her. She was already wet and her clit was beginning to swell. After a moment, his hand went deeper and he plunged two fingers inside her. She raised one leg and moaned into the kiss as he started pumping her. He alternated between pumping her wet pussy and stroking her swollen clit. Feeling how rapidly she was breathing, he focused on her clit, stroking harder as he kissed her deeper. He knew she was close when she kept trying to break the kiss, gasping, moaning, even yipping. His fingers dove into her one last time and he used her wetness to lubricate her now hard clit as he rubbed firmly. At the same time he tightened his grip on her throat. Her hips pumped and nails dug into his back as she started to cum. He took his hand from her throat and held her by the waist as he rubbed hard, taking her over the edge. He pushed his body firmly against her, holding her against the wall as her legs started shaking. But he kept her cumming, taking his lips from hers, allowing her to scream and moan. Finally his fingers slowed and he allowed her to come down from the edge. He scooped her up and laid her on the bed, her arms still around him. They shared one last long, lingering kiss before he got up to leave the room. “You should probably finish getting ready, sweetheart. We don’t want to be late for dinner.”