Abby.

“What do you want me to do with this Simone?" I battle to regain my composure, taking a step back to put some distance between us and get away from her intoxicatingly sweet scent. "You can't keep playing with me like this. It's not okay.”

Simone is as well just getting her breath to steady. She brings her hands to her hips and shakes her head, her eyes looking at the door that just closed behind me.

“Is not saying anything an option?” She cocks an eyebrow when she can breathe again.

“I—” My words get stuck in my throat and only my eyes watch as Simone gets closer to me again.

“Shhh.” I feel a warm finger on my lips, but my eyes are trained on her brown ones that are looking up at me with warmth and invitation. “Just kiss me.”

I don't need more instructions because I do just that. I grab Simone's waist and pull her to me. The thick dress she wears is a barrier, but I can still feel her breast firmly pressed against my chest. Air leaves my lungs as I gently push her to the wall, letting her prop her right leg to my waist. I hear a soft moan escape my lips and get lost in her mouth at the gesture.

I wonder what is running through her pretty head right now. How does she think this is okay? Is she teasing me to see what I will do, or does she want me to go down there on the enchanted grounds?

Bliss tears through my stomach at the delicious thought of having my hands between her warm and wet legs.

“Do you—” Simone pulls ways to say. She tries to catch her breath, but I put my lips on her ear. I notice how ticklish she gets but it doesn't kill the mood. It's too cute.

“Do I what?” I mutter, barely able to recognize my raspy voice laced with lust.

“Do you want to take this somewhere? I don't have to worry about people walking in, and…my reputation is on the line here.”

I smile and refuse to acknowledge that she kissed me and still is worried about my reputation.

“Fuck yeah.”

We get a cab back home; Simone was clever enough to leave her car home because she knew she would be a drunk wreck by the time the gala ended. Reckless drinking was preplanned because who wouldn't?
I know I should end this while I still have the time but the horny voice at the back of my head won't let me.

The entire ride back is filled with a thick tension that's absurdly palpable. I can see the vibrant want in Simone's eyes when she looks at me from her seat just next to mine in the back. I can see it in the way she bites her lip, how her chest heaves, and how she strokes the bare skin of her exposed leg.

She wants me as much as I want her. I'm dying to tell the driver to go faster before she changes her mind.

It would devastate me if she did. But now dopamine and the horny hormones are running through her bloodstream. But what happens if she realizes that this was a fucking mistake? What happens to me? Do I keep being the pawn in her games?

I hate to admit that I've been thinking about Simone more times than I can imagine. I know I shouldn't but her face just finds a way to pop up at the most random times. Sometimes I smile to myself, and other times, I want to break things.

When we get to her house, I give the Uber guy some money and ask him to keep the change. There's no time. We rush to her doorstep like giddy teenagers, the smiles and laughter look good on her. She messes around with her keys and I just wait next to her.

When we are finally inside, I can't wait anymore. I grip her wrist and turn her around. My lips are on hers before she knows it.

When she pulls away, she is barely breathing. “I'd like to take this upstairs.”

I smirk.

Disrespectful to Zack to be fucking his wife in his bed. I want to decline the offer, but this is what I have been daydreaming about for a while now and if I let it go, it might never come back. So, I nod vigorously and let Simone pull me up the stairs.

When we get to her room, she turns around for me to unzip her dress, and midway through, she stops me. With a soft kiss on my lips, she asks me to lie down. I don't know what she is planning, but I follow her lead.

The lights in the bedroom are dim; only a side lamp dominates the place, and it seems like the perfect catalyst for a sexual, romantic night. I don't bother to take in the details of her bedroom; it's not necessary, so I get comfortable in her sinking bed and watch with a burning hunger in my eyes as Simone takes off her dress in front of me.

She does it painfully slow; I want to grab the piece and rip it off her body, but something about this makes a waterfall splash between my legs.

When the dress is off, she lets me see her black bra and panties before she unclasps the bra and throws it somewhere around the room.

“Simone,” I breathe at the site of her breast. I think they're the most gorgeous breasts I have ever seen—--the ones from my lesbo porn playlist included.

I lick my lips and she smiles. She knows what she is doing to me. She's known from the start, and I want to kick her in the face for making me go through it, but I'm also enjoying it. She places her hands on her hips; my breath catches in my throat again, I want her so bad I can taste it.

I want to beg her to keep them on because if she takes them off, I'll run mad. I want to ask her to just turn around and leave, to not tempt me like this but it's too good. It's too good to be true. Actually, at this point, I think she is pranking me. Just for the fun of it.

“I want to see you,” I find myself saying.

Simone nods like she is a little girl being good for candy and slowly slips off her panties. She steps out of them and my eyes just won't leave how beautiful she is without clothes on.

“Pick up your panties,” I mutter, mouth dry.

Simone hesitates, but she does what she is told. She picks up the pile and turns it into a ball. Slowly, she makes her way to the bed and stands in front of me, as if waiting for me to worship her body, which is what I'm going to do.

Not with words through. With my mouth and tongue and my hands.

I present my palm, and she places the lace panties in my hands. I'm familiar with the fabric but it feels foreign in my hands. I bring them to my nose, taking in the wonderful scent of her womanhood. It's clean, fresh, and everything I would like to taste.

I look up at her, expecting the judgment in her eyes but all I see is lust.

Simone wants me.

It's hard to believe, but as much as I would like to devour this moment millisecond by millisecond, I don't have much time. Neither does she. She wants me now.

“Please, let me have these.”

“Is that all you want?” she asks, her voice thick and coarse.

I shake my head and take her hands in mine. “I want so much more from you, Simone, but I need to know." I exhale. "If you let me have you, tell me you won't regret any of this tomorrow. Please promise me that.”

Well, precautions.

Simone smiles. “Remember that thing I said about no talking?”

I nod.

“Good,” she says then she takes my lips into her mouth.

One minute, we are kissing; the next, my dress is being ripped from my body. Then there goes my panties. In the smoky haze of horniness and utter pleasure, I watch Simone smile when she sees my dripping wet pussy.

She has no idea how much more smiling she will be doing once I show the trick with my tongue and fingers simultaneously dancing between her legs

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Took us a while but we are here. I hope you enjoy this one!
NOMMY 🔥