Strangers

We didn't turn on the kitchen lights after we struggled through the door. Despite my ridiculous vow to keep him at arm’s length, I didn’t protest the deep-throated kisses or his roaming hands that were suddenly all over my ass. His mouth was smooth and warm, but greedy. Under my ample breasts, my heart pounded as his hands skimmed over the lacy neckline of my nightgown. He untied the belt, removed my robe and claimed my mouth with such savage intensity that it set my emotions spinning.
As if my hands had a mind of their own, they slipped inside his shirt and explored his hairy, hard chest, accidentally causing two of the buttons to come unfastened.
Taking possession, he slipped two of his fingers into my pussy. His lips, which promised so much, brushed my nipples.
Coming to my senses, I tried to pull away.
Defiantly, he grasped my shoulders and claimed my lips again. His hot mouth covered mine, drowning my protests. The pleasure was pure and explosive, Diary. I responded by thrusting my breasts onto his now-unbuttoned shirt. Our lust was punctuated with grunts, groans, and gasps.