XXXmas Party: Leah texts Jonathan to join her... (Luck: -40 Suspicion: -15)

Was it the liquor or lust in her veins that made her want to text Jonathan to join her in the bathroom? She knew it was wrong to do this in a house party but she couldn’t help it. She wanted Jonathan. She texted him. She needed her fiance. Maybe it was the booze or just her love for him that her do it.

He showed up at after a few minutes of her waiting.

Leah flirted with him as he locked the door to the bathroom.

Leah leaned in close, breathing in Jonathan's familiar scent as she pressed her body against his. She could feel his arousal growing against her thigh as her hands roamed across his chest.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. Jonathan shuddered as her lips grazed his earlobe.

"We shouldn't..." he protested weakly, even as his hands slid lower to grasp her backside. Leah silenced him with a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.

She fumbled with his belt buckle and unzipped his trousers, freeing his throbbing manhood. Sinking to her knees, she took him into her warm, wet mouth, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Jonathan. She worked him skillfully with her lips and tongue, until his knees buckled and he had to brace himself against the wall.

"Oh god, Leah..." he said as he felt her mouth bring him to life and beyond. He loved when she gave him head. She was always so good at it.

"We have to be quick," Leah whispered, her voice husky with lust as she looked up at him from her knees. She stood up and lifted her skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties to the side. Jonathan's hands found her hips and he guided himself inside her. Leah gasped as he pushed into her wetness. Oh how she was wet.

Jonathan began to thrust, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace.

Leah bit her lip, luxuriating in the feeling of being filled by the one she loved.

Leah leaned against the sink, her high heels digging into the tile floor for purchase as Jonathan pounded into her from behind. Their moans grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls.

"Fuck me," she moaned out loud enough for someone to hear them if they were close by. "I love you..." she said as he picked up the pace. But she wanted to see him--be intimate with him. She pushed him back and turned around--then got atop the bathroom counter. She told him she loved him again. As he inserted himself into her, mad with desire he returned the phrase of desire and passion.

"I. Love. You." he said again as he thrust faster and faster, Leah's hands gripping the counter more firmly.

"I love you so much," she said, getting lost in the moment as he drove his cock deeper and harder inside of her. She was nearing climax.