apartment. She unlocked the door and then, even as her hand reached out for the light switch, he was on her again, kissing, feeling. This time, when she turned and reciprocated, pushing his jacket off of his shoulders and down to fall on her floor, he didn't even give a thought to picking it up, hanging it or draping it on something less dirty.
"The door," Alicia gasped, reaching out for her front door, still open to the hallway.
Tanner stuck out his hand behind him, fumbling about. Finally, frustrated, he tore his eyes away from this woman, the source of this drastic need, just long enough to grab the handle and draw it shut. He reached up and threw the deadbolt across, just for good measure.
Door locked, Tanner turned back to Alicia - and saw that heat rekindled in her eyes, sparkling and alive. She didn't need to say a single word. She raised a finger, crooked it ever so slightly in his direction, and he found himself pulled forward as if on invisible strings.
She backed towards a door as he started forward her. Dimly, Tanner guessed that the bedroom might lie behind that door.
He didn't care. Right now, he just felt his need, burning inside his chest, in his rock-hard cock in his pants, demanding her. He needed to quench it, before it consumed him.
He followed after Alicia, driven by need.
Chapter Twelve
*
Sure enough, the next room in Alicia's apartment was a bedroom. Alicia was on the bed already, her shoes kicked off, her legs disappearing enticingly up into her pencil skirt, that little smirking smile on her face. He wanted to get down on his hands and knees and crawl up that skirt, figuring out where those legs came together.
Tanner looked down at her from the doorway for a second, his blood nearly boiling in his veins. He knew that they were crossing forbidden boundaries, but he needed her, felt practically insane with his hunger.
His hands rose up, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt - but in a flash, Alicia was there, on her knees on the bed, leaning forward to grab at his tie and tug him forward. "My job," she murmured up to him, her voice husky, as her fingers undid each button slowly, revealing a little more of his muscled chest.
Instead, Tanner turned his attention to her outfit. Bit by bit, he peeled her clothes off of her, even as she did the same to him. With each newly exposed square inch of her skin, tanned and gorgeous, he felt his hunger for her grow even stronger. His cock pushed out against his pants, temporarily impeding Alicia's efforts to undo his belt.
He collapsed down on the bed as he finally shook off his pants, his hands pulling her down along with him. She was warm and soft in his arms, a creature of sex and lust. How could anyone listen to this woman when she spoke, think of anything but taking her? Tanner couldn't understand. He had to have her, felt driven to make her moan, come, shudder and release on his spear.
He sank back on the soft covers, Alicia astride him, above him. He'd already popped the clasp on her bra, and her amazing rack now dangled above him. How the hell did she hide these in those classy, professional outfits that she wore? Now freed from their encumbrances, he couldn't believe her figure, her proportions. She was practically a sex doll, alive and moving eagerly in his arms atop him!
Alicia looked down at him, those eyes filled with some emotion that Tanner couldn't quite recognize. He didn't stop, however, didn't ask her what she was thinking. Instead, sitting partially up, he drew her chest against him and explored it with his hands, his lips, his tongue.
"Ohh," he heard her gasp, above him, as he moved across that wonderful rack, feeling her softness in his hands. He found her nipple, ran first his thumb, and then his tongue over it. He felt her stiffen and prickle at his touch, and she arched forward to push him closer.
"More," she commanded, her hands tangling in his hair, mussing it as her fingers knotted inside to pull him closer.
Tanner
"The door," Alicia gasped, reaching out for her front door, still open to the hallway.
Tanner stuck out his hand behind him, fumbling about. Finally, frustrated, he tore his eyes away from this woman, the source of this drastic need, just long enough to grab the handle and draw it shut. He reached up and threw the deadbolt across, just for good measure.
Door locked, Tanner turned back to Alicia - and saw that heat rekindled in her eyes, sparkling and alive. She didn't need to say a single word. She raised a finger, crooked it ever so slightly in his direction, and he found himself pulled forward as if on invisible strings.
She backed towards a door as he started forward her. Dimly, Tanner guessed that the bedroom might lie behind that door.
He didn't care. Right now, he just felt his need, burning inside his chest, in his rock-hard cock in his pants, demanding her. He needed to quench it, before it consumed him.
He followed after Alicia, driven by need.
Chapter Twelve
*
Sure enough, the next room in Alicia's apartment was a bedroom. Alicia was on the bed already, her shoes kicked off, her legs disappearing enticingly up into her pencil skirt, that little smirking smile on her face. He wanted to get down on his hands and knees and crawl up that skirt, figuring out where those legs came together.
Tanner looked down at her from the doorway for a second, his blood nearly boiling in his veins. He knew that they were crossing forbidden boundaries, but he needed her, felt practically insane with his hunger.
His hands rose up, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt - but in a flash, Alicia was there, on her knees on the bed, leaning forward to grab at his tie and tug him forward. "My job," she murmured up to him, her voice husky, as her fingers undid each button slowly, revealing a little more of his muscled chest.
Instead, Tanner turned his attention to her outfit. Bit by bit, he peeled her clothes off of her, even as she did the same to him. With each newly exposed square inch of her skin, tanned and gorgeous, he felt his hunger for her grow even stronger. His cock pushed out against his pants, temporarily impeding Alicia's efforts to undo his belt.
He collapsed down on the bed as he finally shook off his pants, his hands pulling her down along with him. She was warm and soft in his arms, a creature of sex and lust. How could anyone listen to this woman when she spoke, think of anything but taking her? Tanner couldn't understand. He had to have her, felt driven to make her moan, come, shudder and release on his spear.
He sank back on the soft covers, Alicia astride him, above him. He'd already popped the clasp on her bra, and her amazing rack now dangled above him. How the hell did she hide these in those classy, professional outfits that she wore? Now freed from their encumbrances, he couldn't believe her figure, her proportions. She was practically a sex doll, alive and moving eagerly in his arms atop him!
Alicia looked down at him, those eyes filled with some emotion that Tanner couldn't quite recognize. He didn't stop, however, didn't ask her what she was thinking. Instead, sitting partially up, he drew her chest against him and explored it with his hands, his lips, his tongue.
"Ohh," he heard her gasp, above him, as he moved across that wonderful rack, feeling her softness in his hands. He found her nipple, ran first his thumb, and then his tongue over it. He felt her stiffen and prickle at his touch, and she arched forward to push him closer.
"More," she commanded, her hands tangling in his hair, mussing it as her fingers knotted inside to pull him closer.
Tanner
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