<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cd/71/cf/cd71cf4c5d1d9828c58921831f9282f7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Everett<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest, Stockholder<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Falling into bed, Aaron's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Significantly less than she was a few minutes ago.  Some thigh highs and an ill fated skirt.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aaron<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Sexy Times.  People be naked! Avert your eyes innocent flowers. Consentual, hot but not especially high on the kink scale.<hr/><br/>There was an ominous rattle, then a thud behind them as Erica and Aaron made their way down the narrow hallway.  Did he have pictures on his walls?  She couldn't exactly remember.  It was hard to think about much of anything, let alone interior design when his mouth moved against hers like that and she finally won a victory over the last button of his shirt.  There was at least one casualty along the way, part of her brain had registered a slight ripping sound and then a ping of a button flying off.  Ahh well. Her low sound of approval was muffled by the tight press of lips as she spread the pristine white fabric, hands tracing along the defined lines of his stomach then around to his lower back where her nails pressed in slightly as though attempting to pull him closer still.<br/><br/>A trail of clothing lay behind them.  Shoes kicked off haphazardly, a tie and jacket, her own top which draped drunkenly across a floor lamp in the corner of the living room.<br/><br/>She'd had good intentions at the beginning of the night.  Aaron had been right with his observation earlier that week.  They really didn't do much together outside the bedroom.  She'd been operating under the assumption that he wouldn't WANT to go to the charity events and parties that she most often found herself invited to, nor was she really looking to explain him to her friends and co-workers.  And he .. well .. she didn't really know what Aaron did when he wasn't at work and they weren't together.  Bad Erica. But tonight at least she'd made an effort!  Dinner reservations, black tie, very adult and public thank you very much.<br/><br/>In retrospect she should have had him meet her at the restaurant instead of picking him up at his place, because no sooner had he opened the door than all her good intentions went straight out the window.  It should have been a quick kiss of greeting, which soon turned to her body pressed up along the line of his and his hands slipping down along her lower back. "I don't want food..."<br/><br/>He seemed to agree, and the door swinging shut as the moved back into his apartment was a death knell on the idea of dinner.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the bedroom she urged him back onto the bed, having already dealt with his belt and the fastenings of his pants she used the momentum of him moving to tug downward, pulling the slacks and whatever was underneath them to mid thigh.  There would be time to take those off later, for now she was quick to follow him down onto the bed, crawling up over top of him so that one stocking clad knee was spread to either side of his waist.<br/><br/>There was little preamble or finesse as her hands moved down, one tugging the already damp satin of her panties to the side, the other wrapping around his cock to guide him into place.  There would be time for teasing and skill later (multiple nightly sessions, one of the distinct advantages to having a younger lover!) but for now she simply wanted him inside her.  Back arching, her moan reverberating through the darkened room, she sank on to him, inch by delicious inch while inner muscles happily clenched around him in greeting.<br/><br/>When finally she was seated fully her hips rocked in slow firm circles, savoring feel of being so perfectly filled. God yes... so much better!.."  With this being an option why would they ever actually do anything else?