The gas meter reader

The door had barely clicked shut behind him when he pulled me close, his rain-soaked jacket cool against my skin. “I have been thinking about doing this with some random woman all day,” he growled, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that left me breathless.
His hands slid down my back, gripping me firmly as he guided me toward the couch. My bathrobe fell open as I sat, revealing my breasts, and he dropped to his knees, spreading my legs. His breath was hot against me as he pressed kisses along my thigh, his tongue darting out every now and then to flick and tease my clit.


The intensity of his mouth left me gasping, my hands tangling in his hair as he started to lick the length of my pussy. He moaned around me, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could barely hold back, my hips arching into him as he worked me over with expert skill.


When I came, I squirted, and he swallowed every drop, his eyes locked on mine as he licked his lips. “Your turn,” he said, leaning back against the couch, his own arousal evident. I wasted no time, sliding to the floor and taking him in my hand before wrapping my lips around him. The taste of his desire mixed with my own as I gave him everything he had just given me.