She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back and enjoying the wash of cool breeze across her face. She’d come here to try forgetting him, but every time she put on her clothes she smelled his scent.
Every time she went into the lobby she saw his favorite flowers. She slowly dragged her hand across her hard nipple, teasing herself with pain, pinching viciously.
“Hello…” the deep, soft voice startled her out of her reverie, propelling her out of her chair and prompting a red blush to stain her face.
“Hi,” she replied, realizing that the dark man facing her could see both her nipples through her blouse. “Um…can I help you?”
“I don’t know,” he grinned, amused. “I thought I could help you…” Stepping so close to her that she could feel the heat of his chest against her nipples, he pulled her into his arms, lips pressing to hers fiercely. She gasped, hands instinctively shoving against his chest, then relaxed into the persistant pressure of his embrace. She could feel a growing hardness pressing against her abdomen, and pushed against him so hard he moaned in pleasure and pain. He bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, licking down the side of her neck and lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Putting her against the wall, he ground his crotch into hers, both moaning with the heady combination of pleasure and the pain of the stucco wall scraping their skin. Ripping off her blouse, he bit her breasts, mouthing her nipples more gently before tugging them with his teeth. She, in return, slid her legs down so she was standing and immediately thrust both hands down his pants, torturing him slowly with her fingernails.
******to be continued******