Time Well Spent

** I apologize to those of you that may have read this before under my other penname. I have decided to keep my original work separate from my fan fiction.

Cassi

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Time Well Spent
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He grabbed her wrists and pressed her against the cold wall in the dim hallway. Holding her hands on either side of her head, he looked into her eyes to make sure this kind of play was alright. Her pupils were large, spring green eyes watching him, her breath coming in short pants and her carefully glossed pink lips smiled at him. Yes, this was more that okay with her.

Moving his body closer and feeling his pants slip farther down, he insinuated one of his muscular legs between her plump thighs, pushing forward until his thigh came into contact with her heat. Watching her face, he saw her bite her lower lip as he wriggled his leg to caress her most private area.

He could hardly believe his luck. Not five minutes before, he had been standing in this very hallway, his own stiff flesh in his hand, stroking it slowly while thinking of her. Her perfume had lingered in the air, teasing him, making his body react Knowing he was alone, he saw no reason not to give in to his body’s demands. But a gasp down the hall broke into his thoughts, his eyes snapping open to find the subject of his fantasy gaping at him. Too shocked to move, he could only stare back.

As he watched, her eyes went from his face to the weeping length in his hand and she smiled. Still dumbfounded at what that meant, he didn’t move when she came closer and took his hand away, replacing it with her own. A groan bubbled up at the difference in the feel of her delicate but firm grip, so different from his own.

Now he had her up against the wall riding his thigh in the most luscious and wanton manner. She turned her face up offering her lips, which he took, kissing her hungrily and tightening his grip on her wrists, enjoying the control she was allowing him. He worked his whole body along hers while deepening the kiss. It wasn’t until she grabbed his throbbing shaft that he noticed she had freed her hands.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss and pushed on his chest. He panicked, thinking he had somehow read her wrong. She soon alleviated that fear, when she reversed their positions, then bent over swallowing half of his length. His head went back, knocking into the wall, but he didn’t care, this was too good to be true. Her hand cupped his sac, kneading it as her mouth moved up and down his length. The small excited noises she was making were vibrating down his shaft and the sight of her green eyes looking up at him with his flesh in her mouth was driving him too quickly towards the end.

“Stop.” He gasped out, lifting her head off of him. She stood up looking into his face, watching his eyes. He brought a hand to her cheek, drawing her in for another kiss, sweeter this time, but just as hungry. More gently than before, he pressed her to the wall again, without breaking the kiss. Slowly his hand gathered her skirt, a moan of approval sounded in his throat when his hand met the bare skin of her thigh. She opened her legs enough to give him access to his target. Strong fingers played over the damp materiel of her silk panties. She moaned again and raised a leg, wrapping it around him. He took this as a sign to go farther, so he worked his hand past the elastic and rubbed the puffy wet lips and soaked curls he found there.

It was his turn to groan. She was so wet and ready, but maybe just a little bit of teasing, he thought. He circled her entrance with the tip of one finger making her writhe. Then he pressed in gently. The inner muscles of her sex clenched him, begging for more. Pushing the finger in as far as he could, he then brought his thumb up and found her hard nub jutting out, pleading for attention. She gasped, rocking with the movements of his hand.

He suddenly had the overwhelming desire to taste her. Pulling his hand away, he nearly laughed at the disappointed expression that crossed her face, but it didn’t last long. He knelt down, raised her skirt and took off her panties casting them aside, then put one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her up before him. The swollen lips of her sex pouted at him. He leaned in and sucked them into his mouth, relishing her taste. She whimpered and tilted her hips, asking for more, which he gave willingly. He ran his tongue through her folds, teasing overtop of her entrance and rolling overtop of the little bundle of pulsing nerves. Her breath caught in her throat, as she arched her back and grabbed his head. He was just getting into it when she pushed his head away.

“Wait.” He looked up into her flushed face. “Please,” she panted.

Standing up, he watched as she turned around, facing the wall. He furrowed his brow. Stepping back a bit, she pressed her hands to the wall and looked over her shoulder.

“Please,” she begged again. A smile of understanding spread over his lips. Well, if that was what she wanted, he was more than happy to give it to her.

He lifted her skirt, admiring her shapely backside. Pulling his pants farther down and pressing his bare shaft to her skin, he leaned forward and nibbled on her neck. She mewed softly, moving her head to give him better access, while wriggling her butt begging to be taken. He chuckled softly against her skin, reached around and fondled her still clothed breasts, pinching them and relishing in this new form of teasing. Giving a grunt of frustration, she reached behind her and grabbed his shaft, stroking it roughly.

“Alright, you win.” he said, giving into her demands with a chuckle.

He took hold of his length and ran the crown through her slick folds, wetting it. With a shift of her hips, she managed to sheath him, causing a sigh of relief from both of them. He pressed in until he was completely encased in her warmth, her little muscles rippling around him in anticipation. He began moving in slow strokes, savoring the feel of her around him and listening to the sounds coming from her. She eventually began meeting his hips, slapping back harder and harder. He thought surely this must be hurting her, but it didn’t appear to be, so he let himself go, slamming in as deep as he could. He noticed one of her hands had gone down to rub herself, making her gasp. It wouldn’t be long, he hoped.

“Is this what you wanted ?” he whispered huskily. “You wanted to feel me ramming into you ?” He took several hard strokes in way of demonstration. “You wanted my hot cock inside you ?”

“Yes !” she hissed and seemed to implode. A loud grunt sounded from deep in her chest, echoing off the walls of the empty hallway. Her sex clamped down on him with an almost painful pressure. Burying himself deep, he shot into her with a groan, wave after agonizingly pleasurable wave traveled through him and out of his shaft.

They both leaned on the wall, bodies still connected, panting for breath. He turned his head, kissed her cheek gently, then buried his nose in her hair, breathing deeply. He wanted the moment to last, the feeling of closeness and completion.

“Miss Trader ?” a voice drifted up from the bottom floor of the house.

She gasped and pulled away from him, righting her clothes. Following suit, he tucked himself back into his pants and did the same.

“Miss Trader ?” the voice came again. She looked at him, seeming to ask permission to answer. He nodded and stepped back from her, walking over to the paint roller waiting for him by the sawhorse.

“Up here, Mr. Burke,” she called down the stairs, turning she gave him a crocked conspiratorial smile.

A short balding man with wire rim glasses topped the stairs with a huff. He was out of breath and openly shocked to see the two of them together.

“Miss Trader, I am so sorry to be late. Traffic is terrible this afternoon.” The little man said, mopping his face with a handkerchief.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Burke. I had a good look around the house and I’m sure I have some decorating ideas Mr. Pierson will like. Besides the contractor has been most helpful.” She flashed him a knowing smile and he almost laughed out loud. Burke looked at him oddly.

“But this is . . . . .”

“Alex, ma\'am. Just call me, Alex.” he said, extending his hand out to her, which she shook firmly.

“Well, Alex. You’ve been a great help. I hope to see you on my next trip out with the color swatches.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I hope so, too.”

The Realtor looked between the two, gave a slight shrug of his shoulders and started down the stairs. She followed, but stopped at the stairs to turn and wink.

Alex did laugh then, as he watched her go. He went to dip his roller in the paint and caught sight of a red scrap of fabric. Bending down to pick it up, he saw it was the silk panties he had taken off of her. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled deeply, then slipped them into his pocket.

Dipping his roller in the paint, a smile spread across his face. He planned on being here next time Miss Trader came to the newly built house. Alex hoped Mr. Burke wouldn’t give away his identity. No reason for her to know she had just had sex with the one paying the fees for her interior designs.

Rolling the ‘Autumn Sunrise’ paint on the wall, Alex Pierson began to whistle. Yes, it really paid to have a hand in building your own house. It was time well spent.