Can I really let go enough to ask for anything I want? Have you really set me that fucking free? Or will I suggest something that offends you?....so...mething you find wrong in some way. I've been strong until now but I am wavering. What if I ask you to do something, knowing I really want it, and it ruins the perfection of “us”? Sensing my mind turning you swing slowly to the edge of the bed and dangle your feet over the side. Your fingertip touches to the edge of your mouth to collect the stray. .Squeeze, hard.She fell to her knees."You all right?" I said, helping her up."Uhhh... I..." she said."Man, I hit her hard," I thought.She tried to nod affirmative."You're beautiful, you know that?" came my line. I stopped. Tension held thick in the air.Now we strike.I stepped forward to kiss her. I only had to bend slightly, and she went up to meet me halfway. The kiss grew passionate and deep as I lifted her up, grabbing her waist tight as her legs curled around my own waist. I broke from it. Instead I got Vicky to sit back on the stool and bent her over towards the bar. She gripped the bar as I positioned my cock against the entrance to her pussy and pushed it in slowly. It slipped in easily and felt fantastic as I built up a rhythm of pushing my cock deep into her. I thought that I would cum quite quickly but the mixture of nerves and excitement kept me fucking hard and fast without being close at all – which was perfect as I did want to stop yet. At this point I had completely. Having several hours to fantasize about tonight makes you extra sadistic.You’ve taken your time getting home from work and can tell I'm on edge and needing release. You know by the way I run up to you and take your coat and brief case. You can guess I'm trying to hurry you up so I can be released. You’re enjoying it too much and I can tell by the cold hard look in your eyes that I’ll be in for it tonight. It should scare me but it only excites me even more. You decided to have me undress you.