“This is not fair Rafe, you are going to do this to me again?”
Kelly stared at him and he knew she was right.
She was on her knees ready to please him. He was mad that Eliza had left with Vance, so he went to Kelly’s apartment which she told him she had not been in since her accident. They kissed desperately by her door, went to the couch and when she got on her knees he pushed her back.
“You want me otherwise…” she rubbed his arousal through his dress pants with the heel of her hand. “Are you going to make me beg you?”
Rafe turned her chin up to look at him and Kelly’s eyes were wide with anticipation.
“Beg,” he said, unbuckling his own pants. “Show me why I let my wife leave with the guy you are fucking.”
Kelly held his hand and caressed the buckle of his belt.
“Punish me instead,” she smirked, pulling her barely there as it was sequined dress over her head.
Rafe took his belt off and placed it to the side. He wanted Kelly and she clearly wanted him. He leaned back and let her pull his dick out of his pants. She did not even open her mouth, she just kissed him so tenderly.
“Do you have a condom?” He raised his eyebrows at her. She had not wanted to use a condom the last time they almost had sex.
This time she picked up her matching sequined clutch and pulled out a condom. Never breaking eye contact with him, she raised up and placed the condom on him.
Slowly, professionally.
It was almost like sex the way she placed this bit of protection on him. He looked at her still on her knees before him.
“Ride me.”
Kelly straddled him, unbuttoned his dress shirt and kissed his throat before unflinchingly settling him inside her. The moment she sheathed him with her hot wetness and the way she rode him with no inhibition broke him. Her hunger, the way she wanted him soothed him from worrying about where his wife was.
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I love the sexiness here, with the tinge of worry for Eliza.
~ Marie xox