Strike while the iron's hot

"Diana?" Before she opens the door you stop her. One hand presses the door shut while the other rests on her shoulder. You had thought to turn her so you could talk this out face to face, hopefully convince her to sit on your couch and make sure that you hadn't just ruined your relationship with this remarkable woman. You are not expecting the soft moan that escapes her mouth or the way she stiffens at your touch.

"Kyle, you mustn't." Diana's normally calm voice is ragged with emotion and you see her lick her lips leaving a glistening sheen on her already tempting mouth. You move forward instinctively, closing the gap between your bodies until your chest is up against her back and a knee is pressed against her thigh just where her skirt ends. "Please Kyle, this is wrong." Even as she speaks, Diana rests a forearm against the door gripping your wrist with her surprisingly strong fingers and pushes her ass back against your hips pinning your swollen cock between your bodies. "I'm not the kind of woman who does this."

"We need to talk Diana." You murmur into the tangle of hair above her right ear, but even as you try to sound reasonable your left hand leaves her shoulder and rises up under her arm to pull her firmly back against your chest. You hadn't planned this but her breast fits perfectly into your hand, and even through the layers of clothing you can feel the softness of her flesh.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Kyle. You're not interested in talking!" She turns her head so her soft cheek is resting against your chin, "this is where you tear off my suit and stick me with that fat cock I feel pressing against me." It is hard to deny anything she's saying. It's not something you are proud of, but after the series of bare asses that you've seen today culminating with Diana's just minutes ago, you are no longer thinking like the man you try to be. Something much more primitive is taking hold and that primal man has a beautiful woman in his arms, with no intention of letting her walk out that door, not without showing her how you feel about her.

"I need this so bad, Kyle." Diana's anguished confession catches you a bit by surprise, "I do, but we just can't."

"Be quiet." You growl into her ear, "you're not interested in talking either." Diana's soft moan confirms what you already know as your hand finds its way into her blazer.