The Heavenly Baker by J J Monroe

little detour.’
    â€˜Later.’
    He catches my eye. ‘Are you sure?’
    â€˜Yes,’ I mouth. ‘Come back to me.’
    He kisses his way back up my stomach, stopping at each of my breasts, just saying hello to be polite, before those beautiful eyes fill my vision again. I’m burning up here. It is time to go in for the kill. He looks at me. I look at him. I feel the air start to hum as the magnetic poles line up.
    â€˜I want you.’ No other words are needed but I am a woman possessed. My mouth closes on his as the ferocity of my desire builds, ready to be unleashed. Kiss after kiss as my own fingers take a walk. His belt is easy enough and the buttons of his jeans pose no threat at all. As we trade kiss on kiss I delve into the depths of those fitted denims, looking to plunder some treasure of my own. I find him quickly enough, hard and throbbing and clearly in need of some serious attention. And when I touch him, when my fingers close around his manhood, Matt’s soul is split in two and the Doctor Jekyll within him surfaces.
    His tongue is a demon, savaging my body again and again, but I hold on, rubbing him harder, feeling him throbbing to the power of my touch, feeling the sexual energy cascade through him as this connection between us grows. I shrug his denims from his hips, then drag his shorts down so that he is now free and completely at my command. The beast has been set free and what a magnificent creature it is; so hard and proud and angry and definitely a girl’s best friend.
    With the force of my desire I back him up against the leather sofa, but this foreplay has me feeling hot and heavy and what I need is release; release from the draining intensity of these feelings, the release I’ll gain by having his cock thrusting inside me. Since he has nowhere else to go I decide attack is the best form of defence and straddle my new lover, but the angles are against us.
    â€˜The bedroom,’ whispers Matt in between kisses.
    Is it an option? Can I really last out that long? From here it seems an eternity away.
    I shake my head. ‘Too far away,’ I murmur, and then the wickedness from earlier creeps back in. The dark angel that whispered in my ear to strip naked and run from the elevator is back sitting on my shoulder and she will lead me straight to Hell with a smile on my face. Yes, mix it up and keep him guessing.
    A kiss for the memories and then I reach for his cock, fondling it mischievously, sliding my fingers from the tip of his shaft all the way to his balls, giving it a little tug that makes him shudder and moan before I turn away and plant my palms on the sofa about a shoulder width apart. I give my ass a little wiggle but he’s got the idea and he certainly doesn’t need asking twice.
    His breath is hot on the back of my neck. He makes no sound until he parts my pussy lips with his cock then he grunts but the noise is muffled by my own moan. He slides slowly, effortlessly deep inside me until he has nowhere left to go and I am filled to the point of bursting. The feeling is somewhere close to heaven and then, little by little, he starts to slip away until the head of his cock is nestling just in my folds. Every fibre of my body is straining for him to slip back deeper inside me and the anticipation of waiting, of straining my muscles to keep him inside of me without falling away is too much. Without warning, Matt thrusts all the way inside me and the shock and the feelings of bliss that explode inside my mind are better than any narcotic known to man. My whole body shudders as bliss bombs detonate all over my body and the tingling is incredible. I am no longer in control of myself. I am a human sex doll crying out to be used by my lover.
    He slips away and thrusts again and the friction of the leather against my nipples is glorious. His palms are hot on my buttocks as he restrains me, holding me in place, controlling when he enters and when he