Impromptu Surprise

Nikky leans in close, her blonde hair brushing Leslie’s cheek. She smiles like she knows a secret, then slides onto his lap with the slow grace of a woman who has done this a thousand times in her head. Her hips roll once, twice, nothing fancy—just enough to make him forget how the day began. Cloth gives way. Zippers whisper. Her fingers wrap around him, firm and sure, and the first warm pull of her mouth draws a low sound from his chest. She works him deeper, cheeks hollowing, a strand of hair sticking to her damp lower lip. Leslie’s hand finds the back of her head, not guiding so much as holding on. When she pulls off, saliva glistens on him and on her chin. She wipes it with the back of her wrist, then turns, offering the curve of her ass, the dark soft hair between her cheeks. A quick glance over her shoulder, a nod, and he’s pressing in—slow, careful, then steady. Each stroke pulls a quiet gasp from her. His grip tightens on her hips. Sweat beads at her spine. He pulls out at the last moment, and the first thick rope lands across her open mouth, the next across one flushed cheek. She blinks, licks her lip, smiles again like the surprise landed exactly where she planned.