The Living Room Floor

Emile entered the house and closed the door, locking it.

Iris was frozen with shock that he was here.

Slowly Emile pressed Iris against the wall and kissed her powerfully. His body already felt revived being up against her like this. He knew he could never actually let Iris go no matter how much he knew he should.

“You should be with your wife,” Iris finally found her voice.

“I’d rather be with the woman I love.”

That was all Iris had to hear.

She kissed Emile again, wrapping her arms around him. They made their way to the living room, not breaking the kiss. Emile lifted Iris off of her feet before gently setting her on the couch. Usually he would try to get to Iris’s room down the hall, but he wanted her too badly.

Iris breathed heavily as she looked up at Emile who dropped to his knees before spreading her legs. He was pleased to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He loved easy access.

Iris whimpered as Emile’s warm tongue pressed against her clit. Her head fell back agains