A Night in a Year: 22. Preparation

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She breathes in, deep, as if longing for air, and takes hold of her self enough to ease a knee between his legs, and press gently upwards. His mouth doesn’t stop, but his eyebrows raise, and his closed eyes open, peering up at her. She rocks her knee back and forth. She feels his balls roll, like two compresses sponges full of liquid.

He releases her nipple. “You really want my cock, don’t you?”

She chuckles, fingers flexing on his shoulders. “And you really want me.”

A final, sharp suck on her; she has to suppress a yelp.

“Fuck yeah.”

She swings her hand bag around, opens it, seeking out the condoms, but he shakes his head.

“Have my own. Need my own.”

“Do you now?”

He leans back from her, a momentary release from the wall, and using both hands, he undoes the first button on his jeans. Each one is undone like a presentation, revealing a little bit more of him. Pale skin, dark tangles of pubic hair, and the finally, the last one goes, out falls a very erect, very large cock.

“Got anything that will fit this?”

Instead of gasping, or looking impressed or pleased, she spreads her legs wider. “Apart from my cunt you mean?”

He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a wallet. “Cheeky girl.”

He is quick with the condom. The packet indeed says ‘large’, and it slides snugly down his length. In the faint, murky gold light of the alley, the latex coating has a dull glow. It is like a wrapped present, wanting to be torn open.

His hands free once more, they cross her shoulders, her arse, place her softly to the wall again, and he says in her ear:

“So… are you wet enough yet?”

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Next: 23. Hips

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