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gift (m-rated)

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She pushed the door open, stepping through it quietly. She put her purse and coat down on the coffee table, stepped out of her heels, and walked toward the bedroom. She smirked when she stopped at the open doorway, taking note of the sight before her.

He was standing in front of the closet, stripped down to nothing, his back to her. She stepped forward, slowly, smirking at the concept of taking him by surprise.

She watched as he reached for a pair of boxer briefs, and she held her breath when he turned to throw them onto the bed. He still hadn't seen her, hadn't noticed her presence. She padded over behind him, reached around his waist, and she felt him jump.

"Hey," he said, trying to turn around, but her hands held him in place. "Oh, hello."

She chuckled, her left hand teasing his member, her fingers running up and down slowly bringing it to life. "Hello," she whispered against the skin of his back. She pressed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades while her right hand curled around his length, as she began to stroke. He moaned, his head falling back a bit against hers.

"What are you—" he asked.

"Shh," she said, her left hand splaying over his strong chest as she nibbled on it, sucked his lobe, and ran her tongue around the edge.

"Fuck," he seethed.

He blinked hard then opened his eyes, looking down. It was so hot, her hand working him over as he would do himself from the same vantage point. He felt himself hardened more as he watched.

"Tell me," she whispered.

"Harder, babe," he growled out.

He moved his hands behind him placing them on her hips, feeling the fabric of her dress under his fingers. He slid his hands back, reaching around to cup her ass and pull her closer to him.

"Shit," he hissed, feeling her grip nipped at his shoulder, peeking over at her handiwork, watching her hand move over him. She moved faster, working him up and down, bringing him closer.

"Hope I'm not keeping you from anything," she said, chuckling.

"God, no," he moaned, dropping his head to the side to find her eyes. He chuckled then moaned as he turned slightly to kiss her while her hand kept moving.

She moaned into the kiss, even at the awkward angle, and worked him faster, harder, all thoughts out of her head and concentrating only on him, on this. She felt him begin to pulse in her hand, and she felt his body tense.

"Donna, fuck," he said as he kissed her more fervently. He bucked his hips and groaned, shooting hotly into her hand. He nibbled at her bottom lip as he tried to catch his breath.

"What was that for?" he asked, showing thanks in his eyes.

She laughed, reaching for the towel he'd draped over the bed after his shower, beginning to clean them both up.

"Mmm, you're welcome," she said, smirking before she kissed his lips and tossed the towel over his head into the laundry basket in the corner.

"You really are just the gift that keeps on giving, aren't you?" He teased, hands crawling up her figure.

"And don't you ever forget it, Specter," she said, eyebrow raising, wrapping her hands around his neck to bring him down to her lips.

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