Cloud nine of sin

I grabbed his jacket and wrapped one arm over his neck, smashing my lips against his with all the hunger and desire I could muster. I moved my lips against him, pressing myself into his hard, warm body. I just could not help the way I felt around him.

He commands. I obey.

His large hands held my naked back and a shiver tore through me at his touch. His lips moved fluidly against mine, sucking and grazing my bottom lip. I was so lost in Adonis, so lost in the pleasure of kissing him really hard, that I had yanked his tie loose, trying to undo the buttons of his suit jacket.

He pried my hands away and broke the bruising kiss.

My breath came in pants as my eyes drank him in with desire so powerful it nearly hurt. My blessed view of him was short-lived because he turned me around and moved me to the darkest corner of the shadowy balcony and bent me over the railings. Thankfully this side of the mansion yard was dark and deserted as fuck.

The cold iron of the designed bar