He finds his way to her bedroom by following the scent of her perfume, that musky vanilla that haunted him for so long. Her lips still placing kisses all over his neck and shoulder while her hands wrap in his hair. Her room is homely and tidy save the few outfits discarded in front of her full-length mirror. Just a few hours ago she had been trying on every piece of clothing in her wardrobe only to end up in a suit. She had been so nervous she couldn't think straight and not wanting to look like she anticipated anything more than dinner, even if she did, she had opted for the least sexy outfit she owned.
It didn't seem to matter now she thought as his strong arms lay her down on the bed, the sheets cold against her damp skin. Leaning back on her elbows she looked up at him. His chest rising steadily with each breath. He was fitter than he looked, his pecks still firm and his stomach although rounded still showed the form of his muscles below. The imperfections dotted over his body shining in the little light in the room. His face barely lit was almost unreadable. Sitting up now her legs dangling over the edge she reaches out for his hand and he obliges letting her pull him towards the bed and between her legs. His hand moves from hers and cups her face, looking in to his eyes she smiles and he returns it. Her hands run up his legs to the tops of his boxer shorts. They're straining over his form creating a peak below the fabric. Hooking her fingers under the waistband she pulls them down setting him free.
Her eyes widen, it's along time since she's been in this situation and he's a lot more than she expected. His underwear is pooled by his feet and he flicks them away before pushing her shoulders back onto the bed and kneeling in front of her. Her knickers are flush to her skin, sticky from her juices and the air is cold as he peels them from her body. She lifts her feet onto her toes so he can remove them and he stands taking in her body as she lies under his eyes. She sits again slipping her hands up his legs and to his groin. She runs her finger up his shaft her thumb circling the head of his penis. He was majestic almost, standing to attention and hardening still under her touch. She bites her lip and flickers her eyes up the length of his body to meet his and leans forward her tongue touching where her thumb just left and he moans as she takes his form in her mouth
Her lips softly pressing around his shaft and she flicks her tongue, taking him fully then releasing him a little. His hand tangles in her hair and the other fists, his breathing is shallow and his head falls back. He pushes her into him and she takes him as fully as she can. A few more times and he can't hold on, groaning he spills in her mouth, a release he needed more than he knew before. Drawing back she swallows leaving a salty taste in her mouth.