One Hot Night

He’d done all the right things: a romantic dinner complete with candles, champagne and chocolate under the stars, followed by the ring. Diamonds and silver, her favourites, glittering in the moonlight. Of course she’d said yes.

Afterwards they'd gone back to her place.

He’d taken things slow; gentle kisses, soft caresses, all the right words. He undressed her like she were glass, a delicate beauty to be treated with care, and he’d kissed her—oh! how he’d kissed her! His teeth nibbling her earlobe, his lips trailing down her neck, across her breasts, suckling at her nipples before kissing down her navel to lap and lick at her sensitive folds below. She spread her legs to give him full access, her back arching as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through her body, her fingers winding through his hair as her orgasm began to build, as she were about to beg him to fill her with his cock…

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“No!” It was a moan-groan. She was close, so close.

“Sorry Lana.” He scrambled for his pager, frowning at the message. “It’s a fire; I’ve got to go.”

She smiled to hide her disappointment. “It’s okay, really, it’s okay.” As a fireman, his pager was part of him. He couldn’t give up his duties for her, the duties that made him the hero she adored, so she held her smile until he’d gone, and then lay back on the bed, groaning with pent-up frustration.

Her fingers found her still swollen pussy, and began to manipulate her now sensitive clit. She focused on the image of her man in uniform, remembering every detail of the pressed navy trousers and light blue shirt that sat comfortably on his strong frame. Then the image changed to her favourite fantasy, even if it was totally unrealistic: her very own hero rushing in to save her, from what she wasn’t sure, but that didn’t matter. The muscles on his bare torso were highlighted by flickering flames; his chest, arms and face smeared with soot and ash, sweat glistening on his bare skin.

Her fingers moved faster, travelling now and again to fill her cunt, desperate for cock. She moaned long and low, as in her mind he pulled her into the safety of the fire truck and took her there and then.

“Fuucck.” Finally she came, her juices splashing across the bed. She lay back, panting, revelling in the sensation as the energy from her orgasm dissipated.

“Did I miss something?” He was back — she hadn’t even heard him come in, and the spark in his eyes showed he’d seen at least part of the show.

“Was a joke from the lads,” he said. “They didn’t think I’d actually turn up — just wanted to interrupt us for a laugh.”

“Bastards!” she said, though she felt too good to be truly upset.

“I don’t know — perhaps it was fate. You certainly put on a good show. Will have to do that one again sometime!”

“I think you need to finish what you started, first!”

“You want more after that!?”

“Damn right I do. That was just a warm-up.” She grinned up at him, loving the deliciously mischievous twinkle light up his eyes at her words.

She took in his yellow soot-stained overalls and raised a brow. “Perhaps you can put on a show for me, while you get out of those.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at her, as he began to undo the buttons, turning slightly on his side and swinging his hips in a suggestive dance.

“Your wish is my command.”

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