December 16, 2008 § 3 Comments

She wants to surprise him.

Her body coated in a soft line of vanilla and cinnamon oil.

Her lingerie black glitter and sheer toned.

He’ll be there soon.

His devious smile when his eyes run the length of her frame.

Lights down.

Covers thrown aside, draped over the floor in thick waves of Christmas red.

She knows how he likes it.



“Your back” She announces, her voice deep and husky in the back of her throat.

“Um yes I am, and what a delight I’ve come home too” He replies, running his eyes up and down, devouring her from the inside first.

“Get on your knees.” She commands, pulling his tie firmly in the fist of her hand, rubbing the line of red gloss on her lips across the bottom protruding lip of his.

Pushing him down, she rubs herself against his face, her urgency out of control.


Dripping silk folds around her thighs.

“Oh god, you smell exquisite.” He announces, grabbing her hips firmly and pulling her down to her knees harshly, level with him. 

“Fuck me, please!” She shouts, tearing of his crisp white shirt, buttons flying into the air particles around them.

Stockings ripped.

Knickers down.





“Oh god I’m so close!” She whispers against his neck, the warmth sending tingles down his spine.

The soft smell of cinnamon whispering into her thoughts.

“You’ve been a bad girl trying to command me, haven’t you?” He announced, thrusting into her harder and deeper, her warmth surrounding him entirely.

“Yes.” She cried out, her muscles clamping around the tip of his cock, tipping him over the edge too.

Her whole body freezing in that one moment.

Not wanting to let the little bursting bubbles of colour inside her go.

As her hands search for him.

Press to him.

Beg for him.


© Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe


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