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He was feeling warm. Which was odd because the safe house he found himself in that particular night was… a bit chilly. He laid back in his bed not quite ready to sleep and when he closed his eyes all he saw was her. All he wanted was her. How could he do this? How could he have allowed himself to fall so deeply, so completely in love with this woman he would never deserve? She surely wouldn’t want him anyway but….no she could.
In his fantasies she could want him. Desperately, as much as he wanted her. As he pictured her beautiful figure, his mind began to wander. Yes she would want him…but how? What would she be willing to do? How eager would she be to please him….fiercely. Yes. He placed himself tied up in the box at the Post Office. His nerves on fire as he anticipated her coming to see him. He would smell her delicious perfume coming down the stairs….her hair arranged just right, framing her face. He let himself delve deeper into this dream of his. She walks slowly down the stairs, careful with her movements and equally focusing on maintaining eye contact with him. There was a gleam of something…he breathed in her scent deeply….lust. He could see everything she wouldn’t say in the look she was giving him. She was there not just for a visit, a hum drum brief about the next blacklister. She was there for him, to take care of him.
Everything else in the Post Office fell away and all he could see was her. They were completely alone and he felt as though he would burst with wild abandon but no not yet…not until she’s had her fun, wicked way with him. He lightly chuckled to himself about how innocently she would step close to him and begin by kissing his cheek. He felt himself becoming warmer with every movement she made. He loved her…god he loved her so much and it was so very wrong but he simply could no longer resist the drive to be with her. Would she be impressed by him? His body? Oh yes. She would never have seen anything more enticing than his throbbing cock. He was suddenly painfully aware of his full erection. He reached a hand down to squeeze himself through his pants as he continued this glorious fantasy. She was a breath away from his lips now and stole a quick kiss. She backed up just far enough to look in his eyes, she looked at him with such love and adoration he thought his heart might beat out of his chest. Not a second later she gently grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a deep, searing kiss. Yes she did love him, yes she did want him. He groaned into the kiss and swirled his tongue around hers like a man starved. She unrestrained one of his hands and god yes…he could at least touch her. Then with a hand on his chest she began to unbutton his shirt, refusing to break the kiss. When she finally did, she immediately moved to his neck and gave him languid kisses, up and down, scraping her teeth along his collarbone, kissing back up to his jawline. She took this opportunity to turn his head slightly, she then whispered in the sweetest voice “Oh Red, don’t you know I have always loved you?”. To that wonderful declaration he closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling that he thought would never be true. Outside his fantasy he stroked his aching cock through his pants and wanted to go further but he knew…it would be so wrong to please himself to her image now, even if he had done so before. They were getting closer and he didn’t want to take any chances to ruin that growing relationship, lest she find out what a dirty, old man he really was….she would never want him anyway. He shook that thought from his head as he saw her sink to her knees in front of him. She began to kiss his chest and lightly scratch at his chest hair now that his shirt was fully unbuttoned. He moaned at her sweet, hot kisses all over his body. “Please, sweetheart” he whispered “let me touch you.” “Not quite yet, handsome. I’ve got something else in mind first.” She emphasized that last word such that it made his rock hard cock twitch in anticipation. He knew exactly what she wanted, yes. He knew she would enjoy nothing more than to please him, as she would derive her own pleasure from seeing him squirm against her touch. When she unzipped his pants, he let out a long, controlled sigh. Partially from relief that his cock was no longer so restricted and the other part? Well he would finally get to see her in her most lustful moments and experience such gratification from her. He hoped one day she would allow him to return the favor as he would want nothing more than to have her come undone under him. Without further delay she released his thick, straining member from the confines of his silk boxers. She made a noise that made his cock jump against his stomach…something between the satisfaction of a craving and that she had never been more impressed by a human body part in her life. He was absolutely floored as she took him in her slender hand and began to pump him slowly from tip to base. His blunt tip was already glistening with precum as she watched his veins become more prominent. She looked in his eyes and smiled….he had seen her sweet smile 1000 times but never like this. With a small sigh she brought the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked lightly. He bent forward and groaned “Oh sweetheart…” She then sucked him mercilessly, swirling her tongue around the head, over his veins, while her hand worked at his base. He knew he wouldn’t last very long this way as it had been months since he had even looked at another woman. He simply couldn’t, they wouldn’t satisfy him. She continued her loving ministrations as his cock twitched and moved in her mouth. How could this woman want him this way? “Oh god, yes sweetheart, just *gasp* just like that” he choked through gritted teeth. “I’m close…don’t- ah please- don’t stop..” She gave a light giggle and moaned around his cock. That pushed him over the edge, he threaded his fingers in her gorgeous hair as he erupted into her mouth. Hot spurts hit the back of her throat and she swallowed every drop. He growled low in his throat and let out a sigh.
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His eyes popped open as he realized something very interesting during this little venture of his. She had been wanting to spend more time with him, she had been looking at him differently, light touches, kisses on the cheek when they would part ways for the day. Perhaps all hope was not lost. He had taken risks all his life, what was so different about this? She had been showing signs he dismissed until now. He decided she at least must now how he felt….she deserved that, and if she wanted nothing more to do with him professionally or otherwise he would respect that without another word. But it was true that he could no longer hold back his passion for her. Against his better judgement he reached for his phone on the bedside table and dialed. “Hello sweetheart! I’ve been meaning to discuss something with you, I’ll be at your place in 15 minutes.”