F DOT LEONORA

Sabrina lie on the floor with her legs still spread, her labia tremored from the aftershock of her orgasm. Her anus was damp with her come, and she looked up at Ben who hastily tucked himself away, after he heard the footsteps of her neighbor so close…

She saw her neighbor looking at them. His lips so tight on the stairwell, that Sabrina almost wanted to laugh. It was neither here nor there to her that they had been caught. She throbbed with raw delight between her legs, as she sat up and caressed the back of Ben’s thighs.

He was obviously was shaken, and still partially erect which made her salivate as she looked at his bulge.

“Someone might have seen us!” he whispered roughly.

“So!”

She laughed, and got on her knees before him kissing his thighs through his pants and placed a gentle kiss on the sweet length of him behind his zipper.

“So…” he started. “You get off on being watched!”

The blush he caused her, ran down her whole body like lava, the heat of it made her arch as she looked up into his eyes from her kneeling position.

She sat back on her heels, when with the door still open, Ben knelt before her, pulled up her clothes and licked her like a fever. The heat of her desire rose like a fever, as her hips moved up to meet the source of her pleasure over and over again as Ben held her waist so he could position her better.

The sound of someone coming down the stairs this time did not deter either of them…

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“Where are you going?”

Sabrina looked at Ben, and gulped. Her fancy suitcase, with the Eiffel Tower on it and its shiny crystalline pink base, she placed delicately beside her as she looked up at him.

After Graham had found her–again–she wanted to flee. . She wanted to go away again. He had fucked her so good, she could not stop thinking about it. She had placed her hand between her legs, and rubbed herself almost raw trying to make herself come like he had made her come. So painfully aroused, she almost wanted to beg him to come back and stop the ache that she felt.

But then she decided to flee–to leave and be away from this. From the potential of him again, maybe the third time

would be the charm?

Ben searched her eyes, and she wanted to lie to him. Because the truth was not something she could tell

anyone, only Graham knew.

“Nowhere, I was just thinking I needed a more formal suitcase and was going to toss this one.”

“No, no, no,” Ben said, walking inside and she could feel he was hard when he pressed her against the wall. Her body was not used enough, that she did not want he promised. “I love your personal style.”

He took her glasses off, and lifted up her vintage dress. Her tortoiseshell glasses were an ode to Theodora. She had loved those glasses on her so much.

Sabrina groaned as he left the door opened, and fingered her for anyone passing to see. The inside of her thighs were sticky because of how wet she was. She wanted it with the door open, and devil may care who could see them.

Ben was game, as he unzipped his pants. Sabrina got on all fours beside her Eiffel Tower suitcase, and her eyes were wild as the sequins blurred before her while he took her from behind. She cried out as if pained, from both the pleasure and the pain of what was happening inside her emotionally.

She stopped whimpering as she heard someone coming up the stairs, but bucked her ass up more against him because it was a race against time and she wanted to come more than she wanted to close the door…

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Sabrina smiled mockingly at Graham.

“You’re not going to do anything with me. I can do everything you can do for me myself. Now please leave. This is my home, and whatever name you knew me by? That name has evaporated, and I cannot even remember yours now.”

Graham stared at her for a good long moment, and she kept his gaze easily.

“Who do you think you are fooling? You made your own nipples hard? You made yourself wet?”

Graham walked over to her, and took her hands into his. There was nothing sexual in his touch, but she was inflamed. She knew she had ceded victory to him, and now she was terrified what he was going to do with it.

“There, now go take care of that yourself.”

He turned and walked away from her, and in any previous version of herself, she would have begged him to make her feel good.

But she was not going to beg him.

She looked at him defiantly, and pulled her slip over her head. Her body looked ready for sex in the mirror, even in the dim room. Caressing her breasts, she felt her own pre-come between her legs and moved them so that it would make it easier when she slipped her fingers there. Her breasts too sensitive to touch, she was just about to slip her fingers between her legs when she felt a sudden flash of heat.

Graham.

“You got this?” he chided, and she hated him for it. But she was tired of denying herself what her body clearly wanted from him.

Instead of her finger, Graham slipped his very familiar shaft into her. The shape of which was so familiar, that she pulled him closer to her until he fit her all the way and just the way that she liked.

Her groans were feral, and she bit into him with the pleasure that filled her body. She half climbed against him as he pulled her to the wall, and her cries were like something she would expect to hear in the jungle. Until she tasted blood, Sabrina did not stop.

It was the slight metallic taste of Graham’s blood in her mouth, and a come stain that only she would know to look for that were remnants of what had happened between them moments later.

Sex? Love? Habit? She was not sure…

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Sabrina thought she saw a shadow, she was still learning her new apartment so she did not know all of its kinks or twists and turns.
But she knew…
“You keep thinking you can escape, and you do. All the other people Nusch you escape, but I always find you.”
Graham stared at her, and to her relief, he did not look menacing.
“What do you want me to say?” she asked with smug resign
He grabbed her elbow, and pulled her to him.
“When are you going to stop running…from me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself Graham–I left a lot when I left this time. A lot.”
“Because you are afraid of anything real? In life? In love? You think now because you have this sexy 1950s secretary thing going, that you are anything different? That you are not you?”
He caressed her tortoiseshell frames, and let his finger linger on her throat. Right by the hollow. He dipped his finger in there, and leaned into her.
“This is what I run from you know? This.”
She took his hand, and he manipulated her body so that she was pressed hard against him. In just her slip–bra slipped off when she came in–and a skimpy lace thong, she felt every nuance of his body against hers.
And she wanted him, despite any good judgment. It was sexy that he kept finding her, no matter how she tried to escape–her life or him.
He took off her glasses, which made no difference in her vision.
“What do you see? What do you see here Sabrina?” he mocked. “The next move is yours.”
Sabrina blinked uncontrollably. Her throat was parched, and her body was extra sensitive. Her nipples were hard against the silkiness of her slip, and between her legs tight with tension.
Without looking away from Graham, she caressed her nipples through her slip. Slowly and leisurely, like she had all day.
And like he was not there.
She pulled her breasts out of the suggested cups of her slip and pulled at her nipples while she slipped the slip up over her hips and pulled the damp crotch of her thong to the side.
Before she placed her fingers there, Graham took her hand.
“What do you think you are doing?” he asked gruffly.
“Pleasuring myself.”
Sabrina rubbed herself against him to soften his stern face. He pulled her close, and slapped her backside hard. It almost pushed her over the edge, with the crotch of her thong digging into her and across her clit. She looked at Graham, and he smiled looking into her eyes.
“What am I going to do with you?

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