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At home, his wife Jessica lived day to day thinking her husband was always going to be there for her and remain faithful. For Sierra, it was the same. James was playing the role of husband, never expecting it to end despite their problems. They had split up too many times before for him to believe it was ever going to happen for good.
But he was mistaken, and within a few weeks of Sierra meeting Matthew, James was packing his bags and moving out. It had been a mutual agreement after discovering their marriage was beyond repair. Too much grief had struck along the way tearing the bonds between them. Sierra was finally free, and she knew just what she wanted. But would Matthew feel the same?
Finally, they decided to meet one day at the park. She longed for time with him, and was willing to do what it took, even if nothing ever happened between them. She needed to be near him and to hear his voice. For hours they sat and talked, the bond between them growing and growing. They shared stories and memories, giving each other a glimpse into their pasts. They talked of the present and the future and of how they wished things would be.
With each word, she watched his lips, fighting the temptation to lean forward and kiss them. But she couldn’t. Though separated, she was still technically married and felt obligated to uphold her vows. He laid down under a tree, both weary from the walking, and she laid down next to him, a body’s width between them. She looked at the space and frowned. She inched closer, and then hesitated. She could see the hard on he was trying to hide and smiled, it was finally apparent that she had the same effect on him that he had on her. To hide her smile, she inched closer again and put her head on his stomach. She listened to his heart beat and held back a giggle. It was beating fast and she knew she was the culprit. Closing her eyes, she undressed him beneath the tree and let the fantasy enter her mind. She could hear the murmur of his voice resounding in his chest, but she had stopped listening. In her mind, they were in another time and another place.
"I want you," he whispered in her ear, as she slowly slid his shirt over his head. She smiled at him, not saying a word but continued to undress him in the grassy field. The soft moon shone overhead and she saw the small tufts of hair on his chest glisten in its light. With slow, deliberate moves, she slid her hands over his chest, feeling the fine hairs slip between her fingers. His nipples sprang to life beneath her touch and she reached down to take one of the hard buds between her lips. He gasped as she nibbled on it gently, her warmth teasing him. With her tongue, she drew small circles around the nipple, occasionally giving it a flick and he left a soft moan escape between his lips. She left a trail of kisses across his chest as she worked her way over to the other nipple not wanting to neglect it. She gave it the same attention with her moist lips and warm tongue—teasing and torturing him. She felt his body tense beneath her hands and she began to get moist with anticipation.
Shifting her position, she straddled him, trapping him beneath her legs on the cool grass. He stared up at her with hungry eyes, and she bent down for a kiss. Their mouths melted together, each hot and needing of the other, lips moving in unison as their tongues frantically tried to explore the other’s. She bit his bottom lip and he sighed into her mouth, his breath tasting sweet on her tongue. He sucked on her lip in response and she began to become putty in his hands. She felt his hands begin to rub her back and shoulders as their kiss deepened, sending waves of heat through her. She was fairly certain he could feel her wetness through her skimpy shorts. She had been smart that day and opted to not wear any underwear. It was a lost cause that she was well aware of.
Leaving his lips, she left a trail of hot kisses down his neck and chest, pausing again to flick each nipple with her tongue before continuing down his love trail. With her hands, she deftly worked the belt and button on his shorts. With the zipper undone, his cock sprung forth against his underwear desperate to be free so it could search out its treasure. Her tongue licked a flaming hot path down to his navel before continuing on down to his waistband. She grabbed the elastic between her teeth and slid them down, his cock leaping out from under the constraints as if to proclaim its freedom. He reached down and slid off his short and underwear and she saw he was cleanly shaven. Accepting that as an invitation to explore, she glanced up at him before slowly taking the head of his cock in her mouth.
She gave him a soft blow before opening his mouth and taking him in between her lips. He arched up against her trying to get her to take him in deeper, but she held back. This was her game and she was going to stay in control. With the tip of her tongue, she teased the hole in his cock, pushing in and pulling out with tiny, quick thrusts. She backed off his head, gave it a small lick, and then took it in again. Using her tongue, she teased the ridge and he moaned in delight. Opening her mouth wider, she slid down his shaft, taking it and the pulsing vein that ran along the top as deeply as she could. With her free hands, she gripped his nut sack in one and the base of his cock in the holding. She pulled down on his manly muscle gently while sliding it back out of her mouth, making sure the roof of her mouth stayed tight against his head. At the same time, she gently massaged his balls as she rolled them back and forth between her fingers. His hips rose of the ground and she smiled knowing that she was driving him wild. He thrust himself deeper into her mouth and she accepted him, feeling the pre-cum drip down the back of her throat. Its sweet taste made her want more and she increased her pace and tension. Sucking on him hard, she slid her lips up and down rapidly trying to get him to climax. Letting go of his balls, she slid her hand back to his asshole and gently pushed in. He grabbed the side of her face and started to rock his hips in time with her sucking motion.
"Oh god, baby, that feels amazing. I love it when you take me in deep," he moaned through gritted teeth. She tightened her grip around his cock and sucked harder and faster. She could feel the pressure mounting in his shaft as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her throat.
"Oh fuck yeah!" he exclaimed, grabbing onto her hair and shooting his load down the back of her throat in milky spurts. Without missing a beat, she swallowed every last drop, the sweetness making her mouth salivate and wanting more. When he was finished, she licked his head and cock cleaned and released her hold on him. She rose to her knees and leaned forward, giving him a kiss so he could taste his own cum.
"Did you like that?" she asked innocently, knowing the answer already.
"Baby, you have no idea!" he replied, no longer able to hold her smile. "You are incredible."
"There’s more where that came from," she teased, sliding her hand down to his cock and grabbing a hold. There was no way she was going to let him think he was done. There was still so much more she wanted to try. She kissed him again, letting a soft moan escape her lips to let him know she still craved him.
To be continued…
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