A few minutes later, we're sprawled on the floor together. One of his hands is underneath my skirt, and the other is cradling my neck. He alternates between aggressive and domineering and sensual and tender. It's heavenly. I run my leg against his and tug at his belt buckle. I need to get my hands around his member. I'm not surprised by how excitable he is, considering the length of his dryspell, but I am shocked by how talented he remains.

He grips my ass tightly and kisses me deeply. I grind my hips against his. Finally, I get his zipper down, and I wiggle my hand to feel his erection. Fuck. He's even bigger than I felt through his pants. My lacy underwear is completely soaked due to his teasing of my clitoris. Now, it's his turn to be serviced. I push him on to his back, and I tug his erection free of his pants. I begin working the head, wrapping my lips tight around him. He moans and rests one of his hands on the back of my head. Slowly, I bob lower and lower. I can't quite get all of him in my mouth yet - I'll have to work up to that. But I give long, slow bobs along his entirety and then short fast ones at the head. He moans a few pleas to a deity when I grab his balls and suck up and down the length of him. After a minute, I come up, gagging.

"Alright, that's all I can take. I think I'm wet enough for you, now." He gently pushes me back down on to my back, and his hands hitch up my skirt while I tug his pants to his knees.

"Allow me to check." One of his long fingers slips in, and then another. His thumb strokes my clit. Now it is my turn to invoke god. His fingers bring me rapidly to an orgasm that sends waves of pleasure shuddering through me. I quake in his arms while he kisses me, bringing me back.

"Now I think you're ready." I moan softly in affirmation, still faded from my orgasm. "Are you on birth control? I don't have a condom on me."

"Yeah, I've got an IUD, and I don't think I'm fertile."

"Great." He perches his hips above mine and guides his cock toward my opening. In one slow thrust, he is buried inside me. I moan while my body molds around him. He gasps and rocks his hips, causing little thrusts. I wrap my legs around his torso. I never want to lose this cock.

Against the floor, a phone is vibrating. We both start guiltily at the noise and lock eyes.

"That must be you because mine is in my purse in the hall coat closet." He pulls out with a pained expression and fumbles in his pants for the phone.

"Lassiter," he picks up, tone completely professional and authoritative, no trace of the breathlessness that recently overcame us both. "Alright, I'll be right over." I tug my underwear back on and smooth my hair.

"That was work. I've got to go." He pulls his pants back on, and wince at the jiggling of his belt that could expose us. "Thanks for a lovely night." I sigh. At least I got a little bit of action. "Are you...umm..are you in town for a while?" he asks, turning back from the door.

"I plan on leaving late on Christmas Eve."

"Well, if you are available, I would very much like to finish what we started sometime." He speaks with a new confidence.

"I'd like that." At that, he leaves.