What Words Can Do, Part Two.
He watched the way that she moved around her house, her hips undulating she was sexy and she knew it. She straddled him in his chair, "Now what time do I have to have you home to your wife?"
"I'm my own man, I don't take orders from my wife."
"So you're a big boy then?" Hans chuckled,
"Yes, but what's it to you?" he asked,
"I love a man who submits to no one." She said tightening her fists around his collar. Hans wouldn't lie he knew how this night would end. In bed, with Riana, breaking the sacred sacrament between husband and wife. She slid from the chair on to the floor between his knees. Hans tensed, figuring what she was going to do. She grabbed his waistband, undoing his pants and coming ever closer to him. He anticipated her action and rolled his head back. His body jumped, and he curled his fingers into her black hair, begging for more with his hands, he was tense, but enjoying every moment of her lips on his member. It made him excited, and he thought back to the one day that Cneajna had done this for him. The one time, that was all.
A low growl like moan escaped his lips, as he dug his fingers into her hair, drawing he slightly closer, but not enough that she would gag on his manhood. Then she pulled back covered her mouth with her hand and swallowed, keeping her eyes low. She sighed lowly and looked up, her eyes beaming at Hans. He moaned again and went to straighten his pants.
"There's no need. They'll be coming off soon anyway." She said an evil glimmer in her eyes. He stood up, holding his pants to his hips. She walked up to him and slid her arm around his shoulder, she took a hold of his pants and pulled them down while pressing her hot lips to his, she sucked on his bottom lip, while his roving hands went to her bra, unclasping it, letting her soft mounds of flesh free. They pulled away panting heavily. His hands fluttered as they undid her shirt. They were strong, masculine and tan. She could see the veins raised against his skin, she took his hand and kissed it. He smiled softly, leaned forward and hooked his arm under her knees, and brought her to the bed. He leaned back and removed his shirt, displaying the large rippling muscles over his chest, back, and arms. He straddled her hips wearing only his boxers. Hans pulled down her pants, revealing the lacey black underwear.
"I suppose you're not a virgin, wearing black and all."
"What you don't know won't hurt you." She whispered back, locking her arms around his neck, rubbing the large muscles on his back. He lowered his hips to hers. Kissing her neck gently. He molded her breast to his hand and sighed. They were voluptuous and ever so sensual.
"Are you ready?" he asked, pulling her panties off. She giggled and nodded. He nuzzled her neck, and brought himself forward. She gasped and bucked forward, Hans realized how tight she was, was on account of her virginity. He hadn't thought that she was still chaste, especially after the way she acted. Damn, if would have known he would have gone a bit slower for her sake. He pulled back and began to thrust, ignoring the blood underneath them. She gasped, and moaned loudly. He heard her climax, and did so with her, As she fell from her first high he started again. She bucked forward, dug her nails into his back, screamed his name. He whispered her name into her hair, and tangled his hands into her long web of raven black locks. He was exhausted as he pulled himself off of her. Throwing himself on his back, panting heavily. She laid against his chest. Catching her breath. Hans closed his eyes and slept, not caring when he'd wake up.