Turn Two is Sexy!

​    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.