...Lyssa got back onto the bench with her legs straddling each side. She began to move the weight. He was standing in front of her, with his arms crossed across his massive chest. She could see the hardening length of him outlined in his shorts and suddenly her mouth was very dry. She closed her eyes so he wouldn’t see how much she wanted to ditch this workout and move onto something a lot more personal. But he was in control. By closing her eyes, she could think only of the weights and not the fantasy of making love to him playing in her head.

When she felt the first moist stroke against her breast, her eyelids flew open.

“No, keep your eyes closed,” he instructed. He had moved and was now sitting on the bench, his knees touching hers. “I want you to feel your muscles work amid the pleasure I’m going to give you.”

“What if someone comes down here?” she asked, even though she knew it made her sound like an inexperienced schoolgirl.

“I’ll worry about that. You worry about feeling.”

She didn’t know if she would be able to continue to move the weight because as soon as his words stopped, his mouth returned to her right breast and his hand was resting against her bare stomach, his fingers just cupping the bottom of her left breast.

He placed kisses up one side, over the top and down the other side, then worked his way from the bottom up. Her nipples were hardening because he was wetting her halter-top in all the right places.

“You have such beautiful breasts,” he murmured against the stretchy nylon. “They are perfect in every way. The shape, the weight. I wonder, though, are your nipples red or dark brown?”

Lyssa hoped he didn’t expect an answer because she didn’t know if she could form the words. Since other parts of her body were swelling, she supposed it wasn’t odd that her tongue felt thicker as well, making it hard to say anything.

A few seconds later she knew he didn’t expect a verbal answer because he lifted the top so the material bunched up to her collarbone and her breasts were free to the air and his mouth and hands.

“Ah, they’re brown and succulent,” he whispered, then took the right one in his mouth and suckled hard.

It was if there was an electrical wire connected directly to her clit because the motion of him working her sent pulses skittering through her nerves.

“Delicious.”

He moved his mouth from the right breast to the left. And while his mouth and tongue worked it, his fingers rolled the other breast back and forth, left and right, keeping it in a state of arousal that had her arching her upper body off the pad of the bench closer to his touch.

He paused, and she felt his fingers at her hair. Soon the ponytail was gone and he was combing the strands over her breasts. She heard another sound and might have kept her eyes closed, except the feel of his hands and mouth on her was gone and she felt like she had been left hanging in a never-never land on a razor’s edge of want with no hope of completion.

Opening her eyes revealed the fact he was now completely naked and his cock was proudly erect.

“I want your mouth on my cock,” he said, his hand around the long rod almost in her face. “Will you do as I ask and suck me? Take me down your throat and swallow?”