Serious Talk

Now that work was out of the way. We needed to have a serious conversation.

I grabbed my phone and texted Lily, "We need to have a serious talk." I placed my phone in my cup holder and started the car, driving slower than usual as I headed home.

The silence in the car was deafening - no radio, no music, just the sound of the engine humming underneath me. I planned in detail what I was going to say, I didn't have solid evidence but I had enough that she'd have to come clean, right?

I planned every eventuality, I was going to corner her, get her to admit what happened. I felt a little smug. I would get some answers.

Tension hung heavy in the air as I pulled up outside the house. The lights were off, but I could see Lily's silhouette through the window. I took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to confront her. This was it - either we would stay together or go our separate ways.

I got out of the car and made my way towards the front door. My heart was pounding in my chest, and sweat trickled down my brow. What if she didn't want to talk? What if she shut me out completely? What if she denied everything? The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I steeled myself, taking a deep breath.

Just as I was about to open the door, my phone buzzed. It was a picture message from Lily. I opened it cautiously, it was a selfie of her standing in front of the mirror, posing seductively in her bra and panties. I bit my lip, staring at the image for far too long. I wondered if she was trying to distract me.

I opened the door slowly, hoping to catch her off guard. Lily appeared from around the corner, looking slightly startled to see me. She was wearing a black bra and panties, her hair mussed and wild.

"Hi babe, what's wrong?" She asked, looking at me curiously.

"Lily, we need to talk," I said firmly, walking towards the living room. She followed behind me, her steps light.

"Did everything go okay today?" She asked, sitting down on the couch. I sat next to her, my arms resting on my knees.

I was unsure where to begin, the words stuck in my throat. She leaned back against the couch, watching me intently. Her bright blue eyes were full of anticipation, and I could see a hint of nervousness in her expression.

Before I had chance to speak she was on top of me.

Lily was always a bit of a fighter. It was how she flirted. She grew up with brothers and, admittedly, she was exceptionally strong for her small frame.

In one swift motion, she had pinned me to the sofa, her weight pressing down on me. I blinked up at her in surprise, unsure of how to react.

"What's wrong Alex?" She snapped, her voice sharp with anger. "I don't understand why you're being like this."

I tried to push her off me, but she was too strong. "Why won't you just listen to me!" I shouted, desperation creeping into my voice.

As I struggled under her weight, I couldn't help but take in the sight of her. She looked incredible - her smooth, toned legs wrapped tightly around me, her tiny waist. Before I could say anything else she pushed two fingers into my mouth.

I felt my cock harden, and so did she. Lily reached down, unbuttoning my pants with a sly smile. She grabbed hold of my erection, squeezing it gently as she looked down at me.

"Did you just want to talk?" She hissed, her eyes narrowing.

Her hand gripped my hard cock, squeezing it tightly. "Is that what you want? To talk?"

I couldn't believe it. One minute we were having a serious conversation, the next she was on top of me, dominating me completely. I struggled to break free from her grasp, but she held onto me tightly.

"Let go of me," I demanded, squirming beneath her. But she ignored me, instead leaning forward to kiss me roughly on the mouth.

I tried to pull away, but she held onto me tightly, refusing to let go.

"I can think of better uses for your mouth" she purred, sliding her fingers over my lips. I could feel my resistance slipping away, the heat of her body and the scent of her perfume filling my senses. Before I knew it, she had me fully aroused, my cock sticking straight up in the air. She laughed softly, her eyes glinting with mischief.

She flattened me on the sofa then started climbing up me, I didn't really know what was happening until she was straddling my face.

I looked up at her with shock, wondering if she was actually doing this. I didn't have much time to think about it. I couldn't quite process it yet, but that didn't stop me from devouring her with my mouth.

The taste of her juices filled my senses, my tongue working hard as she rode me. I felt her hips moving in perfect rhythm, her body arching gracefully as she ground herself down onto my face.

My eyes drifted up to watch her, taking in the sight of her long legs and lithe figure. She was so beautiful, so confident and in control. And here I was, unable to resist her even though I knew it was wrong.

But what choice did I have? As soon as she locked eyes with me, it was like an electric current ran through me. I couldn't tear my gaze away from those piercing blue eyes of hers.

They seemed to draw me in, hypnotize me. I felt helpless against her charm, powerless to resist her will.

She moved her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her fingers digging into my scalp. I gasped for air, unable to believe how quickly things had escalated. How could I possibly resist her?

It felt like hours passed before she finally came, her body shuddering violently above me. Her pussy squirted into my mouth and face. She threw her head back, letting out a primal cry of pleasure. It echoed throughout the empty house, bouncing off the walls.

I sucked harder, eager to hear her moans again. I could feel her wetness dripping down my chin. I lapped it up greedily, my tongue darting around frantically.

She was breathing heavily now, her chest heaving up and down. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer to her. I could feel her muscles tense and relax, her body responding to mine.

And then, without warning, she reared back suddenly.

With one quick movement, she yanked my hair hard and **** my face into her crotch. The suddenness of the action left me surprised, but not unwilling. I happily obliged, diving into her dripping wet folds with enthusiasm.

She groaned loudly, tossing her head back once more. Her hips began to move in short, sharp thrusts, her nails digging into my scalp painfully. I winced slightly, but didn't dare complain.

Instead, I focused all my energy on pleasing her. I tongued her clit, flicking it lightly with my tongue. She rewarded me with a loud moan, her hips starting to move faster.

I glanced up at her, admiring the sight of her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in rapid gasps. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders in wild tangles. It only added to her charm, making her seem all the more alluring.

Despite everything, I found myself getting lost in her beauty.

I watched, mesmerized, as she expertly guided my movements. With each stroke of my tongue, she would gasp and moan, throwing her head back in ecstasy. It was exhilarating, almost addictive. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper under her spell, unable to resist her siren call.

She was riding me hard, her hips grinding against my face. I couldn't believe how quickly things had turned around.

I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling of her hot pussy on my face. I loved the way she moved, the way she sounded when she came. It was intoxicating, almost hypnotic.

I glanced up at her, watching as she writhed above me. Her breasts bounced wildly, her nipples hard and pointed. Her skin glistened with sweat, her face flushed with excitement.

She came again hard, her whole body shaking with the **** of it. I lapped up every drop of her sweet nectar, relishing in the taste of her.

When she finally came down from her high, she collapsed onto my chest, gasping for air. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath warm against my skin.

For a moment, we lay there in silence. I listened to the sound of our ragged breathing, the beat of our hearts thumping together.

Then, without warning, she rolled off me and stood up.

She adjusted her bra and panties, smoothing them down over her curves.

"Good talk," she said, running her fingers through her dishevelled hair.

I sat up, still catching my breath.

She walked towards the bedroom a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I better get ready for work." Lily said, disappearing into the bedroom. I watched her go, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Though we hadn't resolved anything, at least we had talked some. Maybe there was hope for us after all.

I got up and made my way to the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face was gleaming with her juices, my hair was messy, my clothes rumpled.

She popped her head round the bathroom door and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing once more.

Despite everything, I found myself utterly captivated by her. It was easy to see why others were drawn to her - she had a magnetic quality that seemed to radiate from within. Whenever she entered a room, heads turned and eyes followed her every move. It was impossible not to notice her.

"Have fun at work, love you" I said weakly, but she was already closing the door. I stood there, cock still standing to attention, trying to work out what just happened.