Chapter 4: Positions of Passion

Seraphina’s ragged breaths echoed throughout the living room, her olive skin glistening with sweat and the afterglow of her frayed release, the leather couch soaked with warm, gushing, cooling rain under her that seeped into her lithe thighs.

Her body trembled with aftershocks, her full, raw D-cup breasts bouncing in her thin tank top, unruly dark curls cascading wildly around her flushed and sweaty face as she lay there, her limbs heavy yet alive with a daring, thirsty lust.

Dropped at her feet was the phone’s cracked screen still bright with David’s missed calls, a once-fading ember of guilt, now a blazing fire that was growing, her hollow marriage igniting this liberation, transfusing her remorse into a ravenous hunger that wanted more.

Dr. Thorne Blackwood stood at her side, his muscles tight, the blue shirt tight as a second skin over his broad chest, the dark eyes of the man hungry with wild lust.

His zipper slowly and reluctantly descended, revealing his 8-inch veiny cock erect and hard, throbbing and slick with pre-cum like beads at the tip, his professional mask now let out his dominant self.

In a haze of lust, Seraphina slid off the couch and dropped to her knees on the soft wool rug, the flame of this consent blazing on.

The ritual’s go ... but she wanted this ownership, she thought, as her hand curled around the hard shaft, the heat, the veins darkening under her flesh as she breathed, as she stroked.

Having taken the reins, she moved forward, the salty juices of pre-cum flowing into her mouth as her tongue circled the tip of the bulging head, licking, smiling as she tasted the musk coating her lips.

Cheeks hollowed as she took it in and gagged, dragging the girth wider and wider until her mouth stretched, her throat racing to swallow it down, up again, and soft touches to his heavy balls, they tightened in her palm, she heard from deep below in time to the low thuds of her own muffled moans as his fingers tugged on her bra and hair, pulling them forward but not much, she glanced in the mirror at the oiled form kneeling in her control, oiled breasts swaying with every bob, with some of the raw lust rising again as her clit thundered awake between slick folds of her aroused labia.