She frees him from his pants

Hearing her warning, his hands slid down to her ass, cupping her fully through the satin of her dress. She gasped softly as he stood, lifting her in one fluid motion. Her arms locked around his neck instinctively, while her legs wrapped around his waist, and her heels bumped softly against the backs of his thighs.

He didn’t break the kiss entirely as he carried her, only adjusted, mouth dragging along her cheek to her jaw, then her neck so he could see where he was walking. His breath continued to come in heavy gasps.

She clung to him, breath warm against his ear as she nipped at it, fighting the tickle of his half-distracted kissing as he walked. And when he pushed open the bedroom door with one shoulder, she knew, whatever came next, they were past the point of holding back.

He stepped into the room and kicked at the door behind him to close it, not noticing if it caught, too focused on the rush of breath and the way she pressed into him. She kept herself wrapped around him, her dress hiked up along her thighs, the tops of her stockings brushing against his sides.

He crossed to the bed, lowered himself slowly until he was sitting at the edge with her in his lap. His hands stayed on her, one at her lower back, the other sliding down over the curve of her ass again, kneading through the fabric like he didn’t want to let go.

Natalie shifted with him, settling into the new angle, her hips straddling his. The dress had fallen open slightly, parting enough to give him a view of the garter strap across her thigh, the black lace at the top of her stocking barely covered now. His eyes flicked down, and she caught the way he swallowed hard.

She leaned in, her hands moving under his shirt and pushing it up inch by inch. “Take this off,” she whispered.

He did, pulling it over his head without breaking eye contact, and tossing it to the side. Her hands were back on him instantly, running her palms flat against his chest, then sliding down his stomach, tracing the trail of muscle and skin that had already drawn her attention in pictures on his social.

She slowly started to rock against him, and felt him exhale sharply through his nose.

“You’re trying to kill me,” he murmured.

She smiled, “Not yet.” And with that, she leaned forward, her lips grazing his neck

His hands moved again, sliding up her thighs under the dress, where fabric met hip. With open fingers, he glided over bare skin like he was mapping her by memory.

When she moved to kiss him again, her fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans, gripping hard as she pressed herself against him, hips flush to his. She wasn’t teasing anymore. She wanted him inside her, hard and deep, and she made sure he felt every bit of it.

She could feel how uneven his breath was on her shoulder, against her chest, where the neckline had slipped lower, against the wet hollow of her throat where he licked and kissed. Each drag of his mouth made her jaw tighten and her nails dig slightly into his back.

Then she reached up, grabbed his face with both hands, and pulled his mouth back to hers. She kissed him hard, open, hungry, and held him there as she moved back, sliding off his lap.

Still bent over him, still kissing him, until she was on her feet. She stepped back to give him room.

“Stand up,” she huffed, trying to catch her own breath now.

Her hands were already at his zipper as she said it.

She didn’t wait for permission. The moment he started to rise, she dropped to a squat in front of him, tugging the zipper down, popping the button, and yanking both his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion. They hit the floor, and he stepped free of them, fully exposed in front of her.

Her eyes dropped the moment his cock sprang free, flushed at the tip. He was cleanly manscaped, the shaft and balls bare except for a short, neat patch of trimmed hair at the top. She took that in with a quick glance, filing it away with the rest of him.

Then her hand came up, and wrapped her fingers firmly around the base. She looked up at him as she stroked once, then again, watching the way his body reacted and his hips shifted subtly toward her.

Then she angled him forward. Her lips parted, and she brought him to her, tongue brushing the underside just before she took him in. Her eyes stayed on his as she sank halfway down, letting him feel the wet pull of her mouth around his length. She took him deeper, until her nose pressed into the short, trimmed hairs at the top, her eyes finally fluttered closed as she adjusted her grip and started to move. But she didn’t stay there.

She kept him in her mouth, as she pushed against his hips, guiding him backward a step until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed. He sat down without resisting, and with a shaky breath, his hands hovered as if unsure whether to grab her or just hold on.

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