She walked in the door and set her purse on the table in the entryway.  It had been a long day and she was ready to shut out the world.  She was restless.  She knew why.  She hadn't seen him in a week and her body ached for him.  She stood in the entryway for a moment, gathering herself and figuring out what she wanted to do next when she happened to notice something on the floor near the entrance to her kitchen.  She walked over and bent to pick it up.  It was a small, shiny cufflink. She looked at the small piece of metal in her hand and felt her body flush. Funny how something so small could trigger a memory so strong that her whole body felt it.  

A small smile played at her full lips and she took a deep, slightly unsteady breath to calm herself.  She walked into the kitchen and pulled down a wine glass and her favorite rosé, poured a glass, and took a sip.  Instead of the sweet headiness of the champagne, she tasted his kiss.  He had been soft and tender with her at first, here in the kitchen.  She touched her fingertips to her lips and stared unseeingly ahead, lost in her memory.  He had gently pushed a stray strand of her thick, chestnut hair away from her face as he leaned in to brush her lips with his.  Her heart fluttered at the memory, the way it had that night, and she thought of how he had deepened the kiss until all she knew was his mouth, his taste, his touch.  Her hand lightly traced her arm, following the path his hand had taken up her elbow, over her shoulder, and grazing her collarbone.  He had hands that were masculinely rough but he used them expertly and his touch had left a trail of heat.  

Sipping at her drink, she turned and leaned her curved hip against the counter.  She felt the pressure in the same spot as she had when he had leaned into her, pinning her body with his and intensifying their kiss even further with his body pressed against hers.  She swallowed the last of her drink and set the glass in the sink.  She reached into the refrigerator and grabbed a small box of strawberries and walked toward her bedroom, lost in thought.  

As she walked down the hall, she trailed her fingers against the wall.  She remembered the cold press of the wall in stark contrast to the fire that burned everywhere they touched as he'd pressed her against the wall every few feet as if he couldn't get close enough to her on their way to her room.  She got to her room and kicked off her shoes and made her way into her bathroom.  She leaned down and started the water in her deep tub.  She added some luxurious bubbles and went back to the bedroom.  

She began to unbutton her blouse, brushing her fingers against her skin as he had when he'd undressed her.  She let her blouse hang open and softly caressed the ample curve of her breast, running her fingers over her cleavage, following the pattern his lips had made.  He had used his teeth and nibbled small bites into her full flesh, making her gasp in surprise and then sigh with pleasure.  He had heard her and chuckled against her skin.  He'd raised his mouth to her ear and kissed the soft skin at her jawline.

"Do you like that, Kitten?"  His voice was deep and silky and she felt it rumble through his chest. It shot through her and sent a pulse down deep inside her and her body broke out in goosebumps.

She had shuddered and breathily replied, "Yes." 

She reached down and slid off her pants and panties, letting them pool around her feet as her skirt had that night.  He had stepped back and looked at her then.  He'd studied her as if she were a fine work of art.  She had felt his eyes run over the slender frame of her shoulders and then over her full, C-cup breasts still clad in her black lace bra.  His eyes had left hot trails down her body as he followed the hourglass curve of her waist and over her flat, toned belly.  He'd traced the outline of her womanly hip with his finger and down her slender, firm thigh until he stopped at the lace top of her black thigh-highs.  

His brown eyes had gone molten. "We'll leave these on for now."

Coming back to reality, she slipped off her bra and walked back to the bathroom to turn off the water in the now-full tub.  She went to the mirror and gathered her thick hair up off her neck and secured it with a pin.  The mirror was foggy so she could imagine she could see the shadow of him behind her, trailing kisses on her neck and over her shoulder.  She sighed deeply and she could feel her sex swelling from the memory of his touch.  She grabbed her strawberries and set them on the small stool near the bathtub with her body wash and washcloth.  She carefully stepped into the bubbly, perfumed water and sucked in a breath at the heat.  

She lowered herself into the tub and leaned back, thinking of how he had slowly run his hands down her back and over her curves, cupping and squeezing just below her ass cheeks.  He'd lifted her suddenly, as if she weighed nothing, and she'd gasped against his mouth.  He'd eased her back onto the bed and continued to kiss her.  She put some body wash on her washcloth and started massaging the cloth over her shoulders.  He had started at her mouth and worked his way down her throat and over her chest, alternating between butterfly soft kisses and gentle nibbles.  She rinsed her hands and took one of the strawberries from the box.  As she bit into the firm berry, she remembered how she had bitten into the flesh of his shoulder as he'd nuzzled and nipped at her neck. He had stilled for a moment, and then with a small shudder and a moan he had captured her mouth again with his and kissed her deeply until she was lightheaded and her lips were tingling.  

She took up the cloth again and continued to wash.  As she thought about the way his mouth had felt moving over her cleavage, she abandoned the cloth and, with soapy hands, massaged her breasts, lifting their fullness and feeling the pleasing weight of them in her palms.  He had pulled down the cups of her bra and replaced them with the cups of his hands.  He had kneaded and massaged her breasts until her nipples were hard.  She pinched and pulled her nipples as he had done before he'd replaced his fingers with his mouth.  He'd pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, hardening it more until the sensation was caught on the cusp between pleasure and pain.  When he'd sensed her on the edge, he switched to slow lavishing strokes with his tongue until she calmed, and then repeated his ministrations on the other side.  

Her hands and the remembered sensations caused her nipples to harden and become sensitive, much as they had in her memory.  She left her breasts and smoothed her hands down her stomach and to her thighs.  He had positioned himself between her thighs and taken hold of the tops of her thigh-highs, rolling them down her long, shapely legs one at a time.  She ran her wet, soapy hands over her legs and down to her feet and mimicked the massage he had given her legs on his way back up after removing her stockings.  She traced her fingers along her inner thighs where he had kissed his way up until he reached her apex.  He had sat back again and looked at her.  She'd opened herself to him completely, allowing him to see all of her.  His breathing had become shallow and ragged.

"God you're beautiful, Kitten." he'd crooned at her.

She had flushed with pleasure at his praise and felt a trickle starting at her sex and moving down the curve of her ass.

"And so ready for me," he'd acknowledged with a small chuckle.  He'd lain on the bed on his stomach in between her thighs and reached up with one hand and parted her.   She'd felt his breath on her sensitive skin and shuddered.

She reached down into the water and parted herself with one hand.  With the other, she used two fingers and stroked from her opening all the way up and over her swollen clitoris just as his tongue had done that night.  She shuddered and groaned at the sensation and began to roll her fingertips over her swollen nub.  As she played, she laid her head back and closed her eyes and got lost again in the memory.  

He had lathed his tongue over her clitoris over and over and over until her thighs began to quiver around him.  He'd leaned back and brought his two middle fingers up and ran them along her slit, wetting them with her juices that were flowing now.  

She slid her fingers into her opening as she remembered he had done and gasped again as her body grabbed and held them inside her.  He had stroked her inner walls and began flicking her clitoris with his tongue in tandem.  She used her fingers to press and rub and tease herself to an explosive climax.  She caught herself moaning and calling his name aloud simultaneously with her memory.  As she came down from her high, she heard a deep, rumbling groan.  

She sat upright in the tub, splashing water to the floor.  She looked out through the open bathroom door to the bedroom beyond.  There he was, sitting on the edge of her bed.  He had nothing on and she had a wonderful full view of his broad shoulders, muscular chest, and hard stomach.  Following her gaze down further, she saw him slowly stroking his fully erect penis.

"Watching you cum is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Kitten," he said in that deep, gravelly way that seemed to reach deep inside her and caress her most intimate places.

Her body responded immediately.  Flushed again with arousal, she slowly stood up in the tub and reached for her towel.  She began to wrap herself in it.

"Do not even think about covering yourself up," he said, "I want to see all of you."

She froze for a moment and then dropped the towel to the floor.  She walked toward him slowly.

"When did you get here?  How did you get in?" she wondered.

"I got here about ten minutes ago.  I knocked but you didn't answer.  Your door was unlocked, so I came in.  I saw you in the tub and I couldn't help myself, I had to watch."  

As he spoke, she noticed he had not stopped stroking himself. 

"I didn't mean to startle you, but when you came, it was all I could do not to cum with you."

She felt a trickle down her thigh and, though she was still dripping water from the tub, she was sure that this was not water.  She reached him and stood between his spread knees.  She leaned in, took his face in her hands, and kissed him full and deep.  He returned her kiss and they fed from each other as if they were starving.  

She straightened back up, breathing heavily and he pulled her close and buried his face in her cleavage, breathing in the clean smell of her body wash and, underneath that, the seductive scent of her arousal.  She slowly lowered to her knees in front of him.  She reached out and replaced his hand on his cock with hers and leaned forward and licked the smooth, mushroom head.  His head fell back and his mouth opened as he took a shuddered breath.  She parted her kiss-swollen lips and sucked him deep into her mouth.  He brought his head forward so he could watch her and he reached up and pulled the pin out of her hair, letting it cascade down her back in thick waves.  He then tangled his fingers through it and started to guide her mouth up and down, up and down on his cock.

"Oh, Kitten!"

She pulled up until she had just the tip and swirled her tongue around and around it.  He groaned again and she was emboldened.  She stopped moving her tongue and took him all the way into the back of her throat and swallowed as deep as she could. His fingers tightened in her hair.

"Fuck, Kitten! If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum right now!"

She brought him out of her mouth slowly until she had released him with a Cheshire Cat grin.  She loved the feeling of power that she had knowing that with just her mouth she could bring this man to his knees.

She stood and pressed both of her hands to his shoulders, pushing him backward on the bed.  She straddled over him and hovered there.  He tried to push into her, but in this position, she was able to take control.  She slid the head of his cock through her slit, coating it with her juices.  When she was ready, she lowered herself onto him, taking him into her inch by inch.  She tried to go slowly but she lost herself in the sensation and when she couldn't stand it anymore, she shoved herself down, taking him deep with a cry of pleasure.

"God, yes!"

She began to rock, slowly grinding herself on him.  He reached up and put his hands on her hips and moved with her.  They were breathing heavily and their rhythm was steadily increasing.  She realized that she was quickly heading toward her climax and she wanted to prolong her pleasure so she tried to slow down.  He wasn't having it.  He lifted her up and in one swift motion, flipped her to her back with him still inside her.  As much as she loved her sense of control, she loved it even more when he took over.  He kept a steady rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of her, rubbing against her clitoris with his pelvic bone and stroking her inner walls over and over.  With every deep thrust, she felt herself climb higher toward the moment where she knew her world would shatter apart into nothing but flashes of light and sensation. She was hostage to his body and the responses he was evoking from her.  He leaned down over her and put his mouth near her ear.

"Purr for me, Kitten," his deep voice whispered in her ear.  

It was all she needed and it pushed her over the edge.  She came hard around him, groaning and moaning, completely incoherent and lost in her release.  Her body clenched and dragged at him so hard that he came too, shooting deep inside her over and over until they both collapsed together, gasping for air.

"Good girl."