His apartment reeks of old books and stale cologne. I sink into the leather couch, sweat gluing my panties to my skin. Portrait of his ex watches from the wall, eyes judging. Lionel pours martinis, his beard framing that sly smile. Heart hammers in my chest. We’ve danced this tango for weeks—flirty chats, buried secrets from high school exploding now.
‘You really don’t remember what you did?’ I hiss, voice thick. He admits it half-assed, eyes hungry. Fury boils into fire. I stand, pulse racing. Lift my skirt slow. Black lace thong peeks out. His breath catches. I press my boot heel against his crotch. Fabric tents instantly. Hard. Throbbing. ‘Feel that? Still the same pervert.’ Skin flushes hot. His hand grabs my thigh, rough. Fingers dig in. Sweat beads on my neck. I lean close, hair brushing his face. Perfume mixes with his musk. Heart slams ribs. Urgency claws my gut.
The Fever
‘You seduced me back then,’ I spit, but thighs tremble. He pulls me onto his lap. Lips crash. Beard scrapes chin raw. Tongues tangle wet, desperate. Hands roam—mine claw his shirt off, nails raking chest. His palm slides up, cups breast hard. Nipple peaks under lace. Gasp escapes. Pulse thunders ears. ‘Aline…’ he growls. I grind down, feel cock strain through pants. Heat pools between legs. Soaked. Dangerous. Losing control. Fabric rips—his fingers hook thong aside. Touch my slick folds. Shudder rips through me.
No more words. Couch creaks under us. He yanks my top down. Mouth latches nipple—suck, bite. Electricity shoots straight to core. Heart explodes. Sweat slicks our slide. I fumble his belt, free thick cock. Veins pulse hot in my grip. Stroke fast. He groans deep. Boot discarded, legs spread wide. Urgency devours. ‘Fuck me,’ I beg, raw.
The Blaze
He thrusts in savage. Fills me brutal. Walls clench tight. Gasp chokes out. Skin slaps skin—wet, frantic. Heart races wild. His hips piston, deep, relentless. Beard rasps neck as he bites. Fingers bruise hips. Sweat drips, mixes. Pounding builds—faster, harder. Breasts bounce. Core tightens coil. ‘Lionel… yes…’ Nails dig back. He growls, slams deeper. Brink hits. World shatters. I come screaming—waves crash, pussy spasms milk him. He follows, hot spurts flood deep. Bodies lock, shuddering.
We collapse, slick skins fused. Breath ragged. Heart slows to thunder’s echo. His arms wrap soft now. Beard tickles shoulder. Cum leaks slow between thighs. Skin still burns, marked red—bites, scratches. Unique. Total. ‘You forgive?’ he whispers. I smile wicked. ‘Today, yes.’ Page turned. Fire banked. But embers glow.