The towel and his own clothes were in the way. He wanted her naked right now.
Wayne didn’t want her hiding anymore. Releasing his hold on her ass, he reached between them and tugged on the towel that was bound between her breasts. The towel gave way, dropping to the floor.
When he made to step back to admire her, she wouldn’t let him.
She gripped the back of his head, pressing her body flush against his.
He couldn’t resist holding her ass. The juicy flesh filled his palms and he kneaded it, groaning as she rubbed against his already swollen cock.
The pants were too tight over his shaft, and he released her, stepping back, and opening them up to relieve the pressure.
His gaze stayed on her face until he couldn’t wait any longer. Staring down the length of her body, he couldn’t find a single fault. He didn’t care what other men liked. Wayne was only ever interested in what he liked in a woman, and staring at Temperance, he was in heaven. Her body was beautiful, full, lush, and so fucking womanly. Her curves drove him crazy.
“You know part of your charm is the fact you don’t realize how fucking sexy you are,” he said. “You drive other women crazy because you don’t even try. You’re natural. There’s nothing fake about you, and yet women try to gain attention by using every single trick in the book.”
“I don’t do tricks.”
“The men who have let you get away are assholes.” Why are you saying that? You’re going to let her walk away.
Rather than answer his own question, he took possession of her lips in an attempt to rid himself of the question he’d made. Removing his shirt, he dropped it to the pile, followed by his pants, kicking his boots off as he went.
He stood before her as naked as she was.
Neither of them spoke a word for several seconds, just stood staring at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Wrapping his fingers around his dick, he began to work from the root up to the tip, then back down again. “I want you, Tempe.”
She stepped closer to him. He took hold of her hand, wrapping it around his length, and he let go. When she tilted her head up, he cupped her face with both of his hands, claiming her lips once again. He’d never kissed a woman this much, but he loved kissing her. She released a little moan, which went straight through him, drawing more pre-cum from his tip.
Slowly, he ran his hands down her body, cupping her heavy tits, pinching the tight nipples in front.
He learned her body, taking it all in so that he’d remember for weeks and months to come what she liked. The way she gasped when he pinched her nipples a little tighter but didn’t tell him to stop. She liked a little pain with her pleasure, and he was more than happy to provide that.
Wayne loved sex, and he loved Temperance’s body.
Moving her toward the bed, he pressed her down. She let go of his dick, and he pushed her back on the bed, spreading her thighs open.
Running his hands down her legs, he teased open her pussy lips. She had a small dusting of hair, which was neatly trimmed. He didn’t like it when women completely removed their hair.
He liked to fuck a woman.
Leaning down, he sucked her clit into his mouth, loving her gasp as it filled the air, followed by a moan that echoed off the walls. Sliding his tongue down, he licked over her entrance, plunging inside, tasting her cream before drawing back up and biting her clit tenderly before licking it.
As he flicked his tongue back and forth, her pussy got wetter. His cock was desperate to slide inside her and fuck her raw, but first, he wanted her to come. He wanted her to scream as she finally came on his mouth.
“Oh, that feels so good, Wayne.”
Every time she said his name, it sent a thrill down his spine. He’d gladly listen to her speak for the rest of his life. He didn’t want to think about that, nor did he want to analyze it. This with Temperance would be as fleeting as everything else in his life.
There was no room for love.
****
This is wrong.
Even as Temperance thought it, she couldn’t bring herself to stop it. Wayne’s comments about where she was in her life had been apt. Her life hadn’t turned out the way she wanted it, not once. Everything had been completely different, and as he spoke, she’d wanted to change that. To set a different course.
She’d always been so consumed with showing the professional side of herself. She didn’t want others to think that she was anything but. Gaining respect from the people she worked for had been uppermost in her mind. Now, after everything was gone, and she had a reasonable savings account, what did she really have in life?