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Black and Grey

Just another day

By A.Published 3 years ago 4 min read
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Black and Grey
Photo by Joshua Rawson-Harris on Unsplash

She was often like this. No makeup, a simple grey tank top. A black hat to keep her dark hair under control.

Her face was beautiful. Glowing with youth and promise. This new, simple life was anything but simple. Still, she loved it. Loved him. Loved them together.

She heard him at the computer, typing. His words coming quickly, his keystrokes loud, aggressive.

She knew he'd been up quite early.

She walked into the office and sat in the chair across from his desk.

Simple shorts, the grey tank, the black cap. Bare feet.

He didn't look up. He kept writing. This is what he did.

She wanted to see him, to watch him work. To watch the thoughts in his mind go to the page.

After a moment, he noticed her. Noticed her scent. Though she wore no makeup, she was wearing her signature scent. A simple, enchanting scent that always got his attention.

He looked up. His eyes met hers. She glanced down as he took all of her in. Admired the simple, pure beauty of her face. Craved another glimpse of her dark, mysterious eyes. Smiled as he took in the way her ample breasts gave shape to the grey top. Enjoyed the site of her flesh creating a heavenly valley. The curves of her ass gave way to shapely legs and nice ankles and pleasant feet.

His writing would wait.

He got up from his chair and walked to her, knelt in front of her. His lips brush hers, then enveloped them. Her mouth responded with hunger. The simple, pure face turned into a burning fire of passion.

His hands on her waist, then her ass.. pushing her up, standing -- the two of them nearly the same height. Their lips in a dance of pure hunger. His hands beneath the grey tank top, fingers teasing aroused nipples..

His mouth on her neck, her shoulders... working down to the lush valley of her breasts.

His hands pushing down her shorts. Exposing the firmness of her flesh.

As their lips meet again, she reaches into his pants, strokes his rock hard cock through his cotton boxer briefs. She notices the pre-cum, the effect she's had on him.

Hand under waistband, fingers caressing the throbbing head of his hot cock.

He looks into her eyes and pulls away from their kiss.

Tells her to get to the floor.

She's on all fours, her head against the chair where she just sat. He pulls her shorts over her feet, tosses them away. His finger traces a line from the small of her back, down her ass, to the wet warmth of her aching pussy.

He puts his finger in his mouth, wets it... then teases her clit, her pussy.

She hears the sound of his pants unzipping. Hears him stroke the length of his cock.

His breath is on her neck, his lips graze her ear.

She is his lover forever, he says. The weight of him against her pushes her knees against the hardwood floor. The feel of his cock, resting against her ass, causes her desire to grow stronger.

He pulls her tank top over her head and kisses her down the length of one arm, the tip of his cock against her back.

He bites at her shoulder, licks and sucks and kisses her back.

His tongue traces down her spine and back up.

She feels the pulsing head of his angry cock against her ass, then lower, then inside her. He pushes in and she moans in delight.

He finds a rhythm and his hands cup her breasts, his body one with hers now.

He pushes himself in as deep as he can go and then holds himself there, bends over, kisses her neck, turns her head, and they kiss as their bodies relish the sweet pleasure.

He leans back, pulls her hair as her back arches to him. Her hand on her clit now, fingers teasing his balls as he fucks her.

He feels her grow warmer, pulse, she tightens around him and he slows a bit. She screams in pure bliss and he thrusts hard, harder, deep. He groans and then whispers her name. His body wet with sweat and hers sticky beneath him. His hot cum deep inside, a drop or two dripping as his cock leaves her body.

He collapses to the floor, pulls her to him. Admires the thin layer of sweat on her perfect breasts. They kiss and laugh and enjoy just being there. The day is ahead of them, but it has started well.

There is no secret to their unlikely love, just together. Every day.

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About the Creator

A.

A. writes creative nonfiction and fiction across a range of genres.

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