LovelyLuna
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Chloe propped herself up on her elbows as Ian finally swept the dress down over her hips. She was exposed for him now, in just her soft, black panties and lacy bra. Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed but didn't quite touch the floor. She really wasn't a very tall girl, despite what hooker heels did for her stature. She was grateful that she had shaved earlier that day because Ian's lips and fingers hadn't missed a single inch of her skin.
As he rose up to kiss his way back to her lips, Chloe giggled in spite of herself. She was aching to have him touch her, right at her core, to have him fuck her and not stop for hours, but it was common sense that dragging it out like this would make it so much sweeter. As his lips found hers, Chloe felt herself leaning up a bit to reach for him, as if she was drawn to him by something physical and tangible, more than just sexual desire. She was eager for more kisses, but he was pulling away already, grinning and whispering to her. At his words, she smirked, shaking her head slowly.
"I don't have any desire to leave this spot....."
With another sweet kiss, he was gone, across the room to fulfill all of her requests. When he flipped the switch, the room fell into darkness and Chloe blinked a few times to adjust her eyes. She let her gaze sweep across the walls to a window facing the bed. The moon was full tonight, and the sky was clear. Starlight and moonlight both did their job, illuminating certain areas of the room fairly well, including the large bed that Chloe now perched upon. She watched the light cascade over her legs and shifted a bit so that she would be more visible to Ian when he turned and came back to her. Simultaneously, she pulled herself further up on the bed, scooting back until her feet rested on the comforter. She was almost directly in the center of it now and she leaned back on her elbows again and raised one knee, turning to watch Ian retreat back to her. The weather outside, the atmosphere inside, the fact that his wife and kids were gone for a few weeks: it was as if the universe had been conspiring to bring the two of them together in the most perfect way imaginable. Chloe didn't believe in fate, but this was tugging on her resilient skepticism.
As he rose up to kiss his way back to her lips, Chloe giggled in spite of herself. She was aching to have him touch her, right at her core, to have him fuck her and not stop for hours, but it was common sense that dragging it out like this would make it so much sweeter. As his lips found hers, Chloe felt herself leaning up a bit to reach for him, as if she was drawn to him by something physical and tangible, more than just sexual desire. She was eager for more kisses, but he was pulling away already, grinning and whispering to her. At his words, she smirked, shaking her head slowly.
"I don't have any desire to leave this spot....."
With another sweet kiss, he was gone, across the room to fulfill all of her requests. When he flipped the switch, the room fell into darkness and Chloe blinked a few times to adjust her eyes. She let her gaze sweep across the walls to a window facing the bed. The moon was full tonight, and the sky was clear. Starlight and moonlight both did their job, illuminating certain areas of the room fairly well, including the large bed that Chloe now perched upon. She watched the light cascade over her legs and shifted a bit so that she would be more visible to Ian when he turned and came back to her. Simultaneously, she pulled herself further up on the bed, scooting back until her feet rested on the comforter. She was almost directly in the center of it now and she leaned back on her elbows again and raised one knee, turning to watch Ian retreat back to her. The weather outside, the atmosphere inside, the fact that his wife and kids were gone for a few weeks: it was as if the universe had been conspiring to bring the two of them together in the most perfect way imaginable. Chloe didn't believe in fate, but this was tugging on her resilient skepticism.