Pleasing Him

He was seated in the black leather armchair, his dark jeans tight over his legs, the black shirt untucked and the top button undone. His long fingers wrapped loosely around the crystal glass balanced on the wide arm of the chair, the deep amber liquid filling a third of the glass, when the door opened and she walked into the dimly lit room.His eyes flickered to her as she walked toward him. The black silk dressing gown hugged her curves and the hem floated around her thighs. She wore her hair Ankara escort loose so it fell in soft curls down her back. She came to a stop just in front of him, close enough that she could see him but just far enough back that he couldn?t reach her.He didn?t speak as he watched her undo the belt so the gown fell open and she shrugged it off her shoulders.The duo of black and red rope interlaced around her chest and back, following the curves of her ample breasts, Ankara escort bayan pushing them upwards. The red, jewelled clamps bit into her hard nipples. She wore only a pair of black silk, French knickers and sheer, black stockings leading down to a pair of black high heels.He may not have said anything, but she watched as his body language spoke loudly. She noticed as his legs widened, the bulge clearly visible. His eyes darkened, his chest Escort Ankara rising and falling faster than a moment ago.Slowly, she knelt between his legs and let her hands come to rest on his thighs, her eyes lifted to meet his, her gaze asking the question. A small nod gave her all the permission she needed. Her hands moved to his groin; she pressed her palm over him, savouring the feel of his hardness before she moved to his buttons, hoping he didn?t notice the slight tremble in her hand as she undid them and slowly lowered the zipper.She pulled at the band of his boxers, lowering it carefully over him until he sprung free, standing to attention. She moaned at the sight of him. Carefully, she wrapped her hand around the base of his length; it was hot and heavy, the tip a deep purple.