Picture Ketch with his suit on, from the tie right down to the snazzy shoes, nice and tight...
Standing mere inches from his body I gaze up into his eyes, deep with burning desire, with pure adoration. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my waist. Our bodies pressing against each other, I can feel his chest moving in time with his breathing. With his posh, British accent he whispers into my ear, "I want you..." his voice wavering. Ketch nibbles my ear. My lips softly tremble, anticipating the kiss that is sure to follow.
He presses his lips softly against mine, moments later deepening the kiss with an urgency as his dick grows hard against me. He brushes his lips down the side of my neck down between breast, licking softly making my nipples hard. Gripping my waist, he pulls me hard against his rock solid dick grinding into me. I begin de-layering his suit until he is bare chested with his tie dangling down his torso.
I grasp his tie, loosely knotted around his neck, again I gaze deeply into his eyes. A stormy sea of emotions danced there, though his face holds composure. I see straight through his facade. As much as I desire his dominance, I can feel how broken he really is. My heart truly bleeds for his fragmented soul.
After what seems like an eternity of soul gazing, with my free hand, I caress his smooth cheek. I had been gripping his tie so tightly my knuckles were white. I loosen my grasp on his tie as I draw him in, locking lips again, as my fingers entwine his hair. His tongue forces through the barrier of my lips as he desperately thrusts his hard dick against me.
Breathless from our hot kiss, I extricate him of his tie. I skim my fingertips lightly across his skin. Stopping at his waistband, I unfasten his belt and dress pants. Ketch takes a step back dropping his pants and kicking his snazzy shoes off, in one swift motion, leaving only his hard, thick cock and stylish socks.
Ketch shoves me onto the bed forcefully tearing at my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my blue lace thong. Running his fingers through my hair until he gets to the back of my head, grabbing a hand full of hair and yanks my head back hard. On my neck he bites down hard causing me to grimace with pain, surely leaving his mark. My body now on high alert, trembles with pleasure. That was the Ketch I was waiting for, the one that intrigues me to my core.
