As Terrence exited the elevator, his only thoughts were of Traci,
who he had loved since they were teens. The mood was set. The wall-to-wall, automatic controlled silk drapes were open. The city lights, flickering like fireflies, dimly lit the great room, as the best of Luther Vandross ballads played softly in the background. As he closed the door, he heard her say, “Take off your clothes and have a seat.” Terrence was obedient. With each slow tap of her high heels across the polished pecan wood floor, his erection grew harder. She stopped and stood behind the oversized chenille sofa on which he sat. She wanted him to ask for it. “Babe? Babe, I need you. Come on, give me what’s mine,” he pleaded. She allowed his lust to build until she finally appeared before him in a breathtaking sheer hot pink teddy. The dim light shadowed her curves and made her perking brown nipples even more alluring. His lips puckered in anticipation. He thought she had never looked sexier. When she released the snaps at the crotch, he was further aroused and his blood began to pound. “That’s right, make it easy for me to get to it,” he said in a hoarse, seductive tone while pushing his pants and briefs down to his ankles. Traci slithered up on him, slowly straddling him as she watched the anticipation build in his eyes. Then she lowered herself, enjoying it inch by blissful inch, the only way to approach his girth. Others he’d been with had called it his “other bat”, but none had experienced the loving feeling that consumed Traci so completely - that was reserved for her, exclusively. Terrence’s macho assured him that she has remained his, and only his ever since she gifted her virginity to him. She rode him eagerly, while hand feeding him her breasts. Waves of pleasure surging toward the brink, Terrence cupped her hips, intensifying the rhythm until an explosive shared climax left them both gasping. He held down her hips until he completely unloaded. The mere thought of filling her brought Terrence immense satisfaction. He whispered in her ear, “Who does it belong to?” Breathless, Traci laid her head on his shoulder and purred, “It’s all yours, Terrence.” Her sexy reassurance bolstering his ego, he cradled her as their pounding hearts quieted and they drifted off to sleep.
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