Page 79 of Sexting the Silverfox

“Thank you.”

“Relief looks good on you.”

I am relieved. I can breathe. For the first time since I came to Chicago, I can actually take a deep breath and let it all out without fear. It’s a peculiar sensation, but it’s one that I will gladly get used to.

As the evening falls over Chicago’s red skyline, I take in the glimmering city lights against the crimson sunset, a dash of gold stretching along the distant horizon. Just above, stars twinkle timidly as the moon rises lazily from the east.

Below, rivers of taillights pour through the city, people making their way up and down the roads, rushing to get home, to unwind and pop open a bottle of wine, to forget about the day they’ve had, and to welcome the night’s soothing embrace.

The agitation of the past few days withers away, and I feel soft, almost limp, as I come out of the bathroom. The promise of a luxurious bed and the arms of my lover puts a smile on my lips, and as I walk into the bedroom, I find Jason standing by the window, buck naked in the semi-darkness of the night, gazing out in silence.

“I’m a tad overdressed, I see,” I mumble, hidden beneath a pink satin robe.

Slowly, he turns around, the view of his chiseled buttocks replaced by a ravenous glower of one hell of an erection. My man is hard, waiting for me. I can only lick my lips as I approach him, closing the distance between us and losing my robe along the way.

“Fucking hell, Audrey, you look exquisite in this light,” Jason says, his voice low and sexy, his lips parting slowly as I reach him.

My nipples tingle under his attention, but it’s my mouth he goes for first.

He’s hungry, and so am I.

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper in between kisses before his tongue slips past and steals my words altogether. I love the taste of him. His dominant scent fills me to the brim and toys with my senses. The room is suddenly hot, my skin too tight, and my core ignited as Jason cups my breasts and squeezes, kneading them while his thumbs flick over my nipples.

He trails kisses down the side of my neck. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he groans softly, then playfully bites into my shoulder.

My hands wander, fingertips recording every inch of him. His sculpted pecs, the ropes of ab muscles, the inward dip of his hips. His cock, a magnificent sight in need of both my hands together to fully grasp it.

Instinctively, I get down on my knees and look up at him. Desire burns brightly in his eyes while a droplet of precum glistens on the tip of his erection. I lick it, welcoming the taste of him on my tongue. He twitches in my hands, and I suck him off—slowly, at first—just to get reacquainted with his girth.

But then I loosen my jaw and relax the back of my throat, letting him slide down and deep.

“Get up,” he commands me, and I’m giddy with excitement. “You’re up to no good tonight, Audrey. I’m not going to go easy on you just because we almost died again.”

“Oh, no, baby, if anything, I need you to go hard on me. The hardest you’ve ever gone,” I reply.

Jason turns me around and hugs me from behind, his lips tickling my ear while his heart thuds against mine. “Are you sure, my love?” he asks.

“I’m aching for you. Yes, please, a thousand times, yes.” I moan and touch my breasts, fully aware of how much it turns him on.

“Fucking hell, woman,” he gasps and pushes me closer to the bed. “Bend over, then.”

Smiling like the devil, I do as I’m told. With my legs apart, I bend forward and hold on to the edge of the bed, feeling Jason’s undivided attention scanning my body. His fingers explore my curves, tracing the lines of my spine and my hips.

I yelp when he smacks my ass. The delicious sting spreads through my buttock and sends heatwaves across my senses, setting my very soul on fire.

“Harder?” Jason asks.

“Yes, sir.”

Again, he slaps my right cheek, and I damn near come in response, my pussy clenching as I struggle to stay on my feet. But then his tongue slides through my dripping wet folds, and a ragged moan escapes my throat. Damn, I won’t last long at this pace. Energy gathers inside my core, balling into a veritable bomb. He won’t need much to blow me apart.

He licks my pussy mercilessly. His lips close around my clit, and for the longest minute, he suckles on it, harder and harder as he listens to my panting and threaded moans, as his fingers dig into my flesh, spreading my buttocks so he can go to town.

“Don’t stop, baby, I beg you…” I manage as his tongue is pressed against my clit.

I feel the climax quickly arriving. I fall over the edge of the world as he eats my pussy into a frenzy. I come hard, crying out in scattered syllables, my body rippling outward like an exploding sun. Everything turns white, and I can’t see a thing. But I feel everything as Jason gets up and positions himself at my entrance.

His rock-hard cock tests me, and the tip glazed in my coursing arousal. He thrusts in, and I hold my breath, once again astonished by his gigantic size. I feel the veins along his shaft twitching inside me, my pussy instantly reacting as I wrap myself around him.

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