Flash Fiction Friday – Underwear

She lay spread out on the bed, the red of her underwear shocking against her white skin. Her eyes were half closed, a ghost of a smile on her lips.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, hardly able to believe his luck.
She smiled at him fully now. “Do with me as you please,” she said, her voice husky.
He gingerly touched her arms, her skin soft and smooth beneath his hands. It had been so long since he had felt the soft flesh of a woman, ever since his wife had cut off access to her body three years ago. He shuddered with the tempation to rip off her expensive underwear and ravage her, but he resisted. He wanted to take his time with her, savour this moment. Who knew how long it would be before he would have a chance like this again?
He ran his hands up her arms, fingers trailing over her skin until they met her bra. “Take it off,” she said. “More fun that way.”
She turned over and he fumbled with the clasps, hands clumsy with desire. She helped him pull the straps off and turned onto her back again. He moaned when he saw her erect nipples. There was no going back now. He wanted her, he needed her. And she wanted him. She had flirted with him in the bar, and had made it very clear that she was up for a good time. They had been friends for so long, and always had there been an undercurrent of desire, but neither of them had acted on it. What had made her decide to make a move tonight he didn’t know, neither did he care. He was too far gone in his desire for her.
He lowered his head to her nipples and licked them in turn. She arched her back and moaned. “Harder,” she said.
He looked up at her. “Bite them,” she instructed.
He grinned and did as she asked. He bit and sucked on her nipples until they were swollen and she begged for him to stop. He trailed kisses down her stomach, hesitating ever so slightly when he reached the apex between her thighs. She lifted her hips and he slid her panties down her legs. He could smell her arousal and his cock stirred urgently. He took one of her legs and rested it over his shoulder. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers, revelling in how wet she was.
“Just take me already,” she panted.
He didn’t need any more encouragement and buried his face in her pussy. The smell of her wetness was intoxicating and he lapped at her juices. His tongue found her clit and he went to work on it. He slipped two fingers inside her throbbing, wet pussy and found her G-spot. She arched her back, grinding herself against his face and fingers, fucking him until she came, screaming, her juices dripping down his face.
“I need your cock,” she panted, pulling him on top of her.
He nestled himself between her thighs, his hard cock seeking the opening of her pussy. She guided him home with her hands and he slammed into her, balls deep. Oh, it felt so good to have his cock in a real pussy again. Hot, wet, throbbing; convulsing around him. He was worried he would come too soon, but she was as urgent as he was and he could feel her climax building in time with his. She clamped her legs around his waist as she came, the contractions of her pussy pushing him over the edge and he emptied his seed inside her. He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him.
“Any time you need some release, just give me a call,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re just what I needed.”
He was too exhausted to reply. But he knew he would take her up on the offer.

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