He held the door for her and the hostess took his name and led them through the dimly lit and hushed space to their booth. Sarah had only cleared half her plate when she stopped, having reached her fill. Sarah moaned and pressed into him, causing the tip to slip in. She smiled back, feeling under-dressed. She opened the door to his room and found him sitting on the bed, jacked unbuttoned, supporting himself with his arms. She froze as he neared, letting the feel of his proximity run through her. Is that what you are imagining? With a moment of inspiration she raised her arms up by her head. He pressed forward slowly and she clutched at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he moved forward. May I please have it?”
His grip on her wrists tightened to the point where it almost hurt. When she was with him she could relax and let him take control. He reached out and hooked a finger though the waistband of her panties. “After that,” he continued, ”Rachel
