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It was dangerous. She wasn’t sure how she’d ended up here. Not here in this room, but here, drawn to him. She’d known him from a distance forever, frequently running into each other over the years in the grocery store or post office of this too small town, at Ryan’s birthday party every July, and in the last year they’d even crossed paths through her work as a guidance counselor in the same school he taught in. She glanced at him across the room again and this time he caught her eye and wouldn’t let go. All the late night messages from the past few weeks came flooding back…
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That first voice note when she’d been spinning out in a panic, was the first time he’d said her name. She was certain he had no idea what it did to her. His tone serious and intense, he’d corrected her, “You’re not dangerous Kas. You’re passionate and that intimidates people who want to avoid making waves.”
“It’s wild to me how invisible you try to make yourself. Because you definitely stand out, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Trust me, you’re magnetic and still very attractive.” He had laughed sheepishly.
The way his voice, his laugh, echoed in every cell of her body had terrified her.
Weeks later, when they’d both realized the trouble her marriage was in, and had been in for awhile, he’d backpedaled.
“Whatever kind of space you need almanbahis to take to feel safe not in the sense of “I’m changing you,” but in the sense of “I want to stand in the heat and embrace it all until your fire is spent.” Someone who can take everything you’re throwing at them, and give it back to you twice as hard. Because clearly you’re not getting what you deserve in that department. No bent over the couch in the middle of the day, hair pulling, half fucking, half fighting. The kind of shit where you’ve got rug burn, you’re out of breath, and you feel like you just marked your territory a little bit. Like you want people to see the carnage and know that this other person belongs to you. Does that sound about right?”
She nodded. Silent this time.
She felt her body drift back into him, she had the sense that in some ways she’d never be able to knock him off balance, and that was something she’d never experienced in a man before. Usually she was in charge in every area of her life, she’d never been able to let down her guard. Her long dark hair, striking features and eyes that pierced your soul had always intimidated people and often kept them at arms length.
It was dark outside, and warm, with just a sliver of the moon casting soft light on the ground.
She didn’t wear lingerie for the attention anymore, it hadn’t seemed almanbahis yeni giriş to matter much at home. She wore it for the confidence it gave her. She could be in the most boring, professional attire and be the only one who knew the mystery and power that hid underneath her white silk blouse.
Tonight though, she hadn’t worn professional clothes. This was a promotion party, adults only, and had been an excuse to dress up. So she wore a strappy little black dress, extra short, or at least it appeared that way on her long legs, just like everything else did. The back was open which meant she’d had to go braless tonight, and honestly, she liked the thrill that gave her. Instead she wore a dainty gold chain bra that didn’t do shit for concealing her nipples, and only enhanced her shape. Black was her color anytime of year, clothes as black as her soul she would often joke. But she was tan now. The afternoons she snuck in reading on the edge of the Atlantic had paid off by about 10 shades, although she was never good about remembering to remove her silly little straps, so she just had to wear her tan lines like a badge of victory, a sign she’d been taking care of herself.
She had bought herself several different pairs of white underwear for the summer, because she liked the way it looked against her darker skin. It had always almanbahis giriş surprised her when she lived up North how the Irish here, with the year round sun, that wasn’t really a thing.
Tonight she’d picked a satiny, white thong with some peekaboo lace on the front. Her hip bones didn’t protrude as much as they used to back when she had a size zero frame, and honestly she wasn’t sad about the curves she’d gained by living her life of muscle-building adventure there were stories written in their laugh lines and lovingly worn skin. He wasn’t self-conscious because he wasn’t thinking about himself. He was busy worshipping her body, and she his.
His hands explored her nipples and stomach as his mouth gripping her intensely, he slid her to the ground. And there on his knees with his strong arms under her legs, drinking in every inch of her body, he pulled out just in time for her to watch him cum all over her- stomach, chest, satin underwear, golden chains and all.
“Oh. Oh. Fuck.” He breathed. Convulsing, the rhythmic throbbing spilling more onto her with every breath.
“FUCK.” She screamed into the sound of the waves as she smoothed it into her skin like the gift it was.
Exhausted and more physically relieved than he’d been in a hell of a long time, and still running high on the thrill, he pinned her body with his, letting his mouth wander her neck leaving marks she’d have to explain later, and forcing her to cum just once more for the night. If only because he liked to watch her squirm.
Neither of them were sure what this meant for tomorrow. But right now. Neither one of them cared.
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