Free Baggage & Buttons by C. J. Fallowfield Page A

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suspenders,’ he groaned as he stood back up, towering over me. ‘Come here, I
need to kiss you.’ I eagerly walked back into his arms, unsure who needed who
more and we kissed slowly as he picked me up and put me on the kitchen island.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as our tongues tangled around each other’s
and I felt my body turn to liquid. I could feel his firm chest pressing against
mine, his erection nestled at the apex of my thighs and his powerful arms
embracing me and I groaned in his mouth, making him pull his head back to smile
at me. ‘Are you trying to tell me you’re ready baby?’
    ‘Yes,’ I gasped, replenishing my oxygen levels. ‘Are
you going to fuck me on here?’
    ‘Much as I’d love fast furious sex with you right now,
there’s one of many fantasies that I’ve had for a very long time and I intend
to carry it out now and we’re going to take it slowly, get you really ready.’
He scooted me off the island into his arms, as I held on around his neck.
    ‘We’re going to your bed?’ I asked, as I gazed up at
him all wide eyed and excited. He just gave me a mysterious smile and carried
me out of the kitchen door across the hall, through another door, asking me to
alter the dimmer switch to turn the lights up, but not fully. As he swung me
around I saw that we were in a large room, directly under his dressing room and
bathroom, which housed a full size pool table as well a pin ball machine,
jukebox and a gaming area, with gaming chairs and an armchair. He carefully set
me down by the top end of the pool table and grabbed a cue as he surveyed me up
and down, his eyes misting over with lust again. ‘If you think that’s going
anywhere near my vagina or arse you’re sadly mistaken,’ I exclaimed and he
laughed.
    ‘The cue’s for playing pool, I want to see you bending
over the table, your breasts poking out of that top and your delicious bottom
sticking out asking to touched. At some stage tonight, I’m going to bend you
over the table and fuck you from behind, roughly.’
    ‘Give me a cue now,’ I demanded, holding out my hand.
His voice alone had already caressed my clit to the point of virtual orgasm.
‘Let’s play.’ He slowly chalked it up as he gave me one of his sexy smiles and
led me by the hand to the top of the table where the balls were already in
position for a game.
    ‘Ok, you need to lean over with your left arm
outstretched, hold the cue in your right hand and place it between the thumb
and fingers of your left,’ he instructed as he stood behind me, placed the cue
and moulded my fingers into position. I could feel my skin crackling, knowing we
were finally going to have sex tonight had me giddy with excitement. I leaned
gently forwards pushing my bottom into him, deliberately rubbing against his
erection.
    ‘Am I bending forwards enough Gabe? Please can you
inspect?’
    ‘Lower,’ he growled sexily and I complied and looked
back behind me. He stood back and whistled as he checked out my rear so I gave
it a little shimmy and giggled. He put his hand on my lower back and ordered me
to bend a little lower and the other hand caressed the strip of bare skin at
the top of my stockings. I was throbbing as he stroked me, knowing he was going
to fuck me, but not knowing when, was sending my desire for him off the Richter
scale.
    ‘So I push the stick into the balls now?’ I asked. He
pressed tightly into my backside and undid the top bow of the ribbons on the
back of my Basque. As he gently removed a few from the eyeholes I felt my
breasts move, no longer confined by the tightness of the material that had been
holding them in. He caressed the skin on the back of my neck with his lips as
he whispered and told me how to break. I did and the cue ball hit the rest of
the balls with a loud clack and a stripe ball fell into the corner pocket.
    ‘Nicely done Miss Page, for that you deserve to have
your gorgeous nipples sucked.’ He spun me around and lifted