Celebration

He almost swaggered into the room, a huge grin on his face.

Glancing up, she started to laugh with delight. “You got it!?”

“I so fucking got it!” He laughed also.

The sound that left her mouth was almost a squeal. The length of the room was reduced to nothing under her thumping feet as she ran at him full force and jumped onto his body like a monkey. He staggered back a step or two to regain his balance as her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his broad torso, his large hands cupped her arse, holding her to him.

Raining a hailstorm of kisses on his face, she all but shouted in his ear, “Baby baby baby!! You so deserve this. Oh my ggggoooooddd!!!”

With a fistful of his hair in her hand, she held his head still and took his mouth, eating him up with kisses. Returning her enthusiasm with gusto, he shoved her back against the wall, pinning her against it, his cock hardening as their bodies pressed together.

Finally squirming out of his grasp, her feet once again firmly on the ground, she smiled broadly up at him.

“A celebration!” She sparkled, bouncing on her toes.

Nodding he repeated it. “A celebration!”

“Get your kit off.”

“What? Pardon?”

Pointing vaguely at his clothes, she said, “Off.”

“Oh. Ohhhh. Yes, Ma’am.”

He shucked the shell of the corporate world, letting each item of clothing fall to the floor as he undressed as quickly as possible.

Watching him, she tried not to laugh at his hurried compliance.

Naked, he stood back up, smiling at her. Raising an eyebrow, she eyed his clothes in a crumpled heap around him.

Sheepishly, he picked them up, painstakingly folded each item, put them on the table beside the couch. Realising that was, of course, not where they belong, he gave her a questioning look to see if it was okay. She half-smiled and shook her head. He made a face at her, not quite an eyeroll, but close. Still, he picked them up and trotted off to the bedroom to put them away.

Returning to the living room, he stood tall, proud, his hands clasped behind his head just the way she liked, his eyes locked on her, a smile on his face.

“What are you smiling at, boy?”

“You, us, this, I’m so excited!”

She applauded him, a gesture not lost on him. He took a deep breath, his eyes welling up. Her gaze softened. “You deserve it, baby. You worked so hard. I am so very proud of you.”

Flushing a deep pink, he nodded. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Do you want to know how we’re going to start this celebration?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” He shifted from foot to foot.

“How do you think?”

His cock hardened at the question, at the flood of ideas that flew unbidden into his mind, her presence at the centre of every one. His eyes locked on hers, both of them frozen in this moment. A second, then two passed, then several more as they connected in the silence. Finally he spoke.

“I’ll take “your orgasm” for 100, Alex,” he quipped.

She laughed. “Fuck you! And yes, of course. Now get over here and get your fucking mouth on my cunt, boy.”

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