The bathroom

You lean closer to her ear, asking softly, "Where's the restroom here?" She points towards a hallway leading off from the living room. As you make your way down it, you glance back over your shoulder - Kirsten isn't far behind.

When you reach the bathroom door, you find it unlocked but empty inside. Stepping in, you turn on the dim light before locking the door behind you both. The tiny space fills quickly with tension as Kirsten leans against the countertop across from you.

"What are we doing here, John?" Her voice sounds breathy, excited even.

Before answering, you close the distance between you two. Your hands grip her hips tightly as you press yourself against her. You can feel her heart pounding through their combined rhythm.

"You tell me," you whisper, tilting your head downwards so that your lips hover just above hers.

She doesn't answer verbally; instead, one of her hands reaches up and pulls your face down onto hers for an intense kiss. Then, she pushes herself away slightly, dropping down onto her knees in front of you.

Kirsten wastes no time unbuckling your belt and freeing you from your jeans. She looks up at you, licking her lips seductively before taking you into her mouth.

You groan deeply, feeling the warmth and wetness envelop you completely. It feels incredible - better than any fantasy or memory could ever do justice. As she starts moving back and forth, your hand finds its way to the back of her head, guiding her gently.

"Fuck, Kirsten...that feels amazing." Your voice comes out ragged with desire.

She hums in response, sending vibrations straight through you. Looking down at her, you notice how different this scene is compared to when y'all were together last. "Is it because I'm bigger than Bruce?" You can't help but ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

Her eyes flicker upwards briefly, meeting yours as she pulls back momentarily. With a smirk around your length, she nods slightly before going right back to work.

The knowledge that you're pleasing her more than him sends another surge of pleasure coursing through your veins. You lean back against the sink counter for support, losing yourself in sensation.

Feeling yourself building closer to release, you warn her softly, "Kirsten...I'm close."