Chapter 140: The Lustful Awaiting 002

Karla was abruptly torn from her thoughts as the car door slammed outside the house, she had gotten lost so deep in her own memories that she hadn't heard to black Mazda pull up outside, or noticed the sexy figure of her husband smile her way, knowing she was waiting, before stepping out of the car. Karla flinched with excitement as she was once-again reminded of that ever growing ache between her thighs.

The latch on the door clicked as Tom walked through, nearly knocked off his feet as his fiancee bounded towards him before leaping into his arms, catching him off guard but with just enough time to drop the contents of his hands and wrap his arms under his girls cute tight buttocks, holding her around his waist as her lips immediately found his.

The force at which Karla kissed forced Tom back into the door, shutting it as he leaned, whilst Karla quickly made her intentions clear as her tongue stretched into the awaiting mouth of her partner, there tongues tangling and intertwining as they both felt there lust build. Karla, with her legs wrapped tightly around Tom, could openly feel the wetness between her spread legs as she began to grind on Tom's torso, looking for the slight bit of friction that would give her the slightest insight into the sensation she was longing for.

Tom had watched Karla over the past few years develop into this woman, he had watched her shed her inhibitions and long for him increasingly throughout time, all leading to this, the way she know couldn't control herself around her fiance. She was uncontrollable, and Tom basked in it, he loved the way she had become. His response to her grinding was to hold her tighter, restricting her movement more, and kiss her harder. He knew was she was trying to do, knew she was striving for release by grinding on him, alas he knew better than to let her have that release yet. They were frozen in time. The moment they were in was all they cared about, all that mattered to them, and has Tom's legs tensed Karla squirmed a little under his grip, knowing they were on the move.

Karla fell backward onto the sofa, she thought she'd had a little longer before she was thrust away from him, but she opened her eyes and shared a gaze with Tom for the first time since he had entered the house. Her eyes showed her love, affection, and lust. Tom's, however, showed nothing, he was so good at hiding away his intentions, Karla couldn't tell if she was about to have her clothes ripped off or if she'd have to wait hours for that. Either way, she knew she'd enjoy finding out.

Karla licked her lips before breaking away from their gaze and crawling towards Tom on hands and knees. There kiss had been abruptly broken when she was thrown over the side of the sofa, and so as she crawled back to him, she reached up his body to pull him back by the scruff of his neck, quickly forcing her lips back onto his as the world, once again, melted away. Karla's hands fell back down Tom's body, brushing his torso along the way, reaching under his shirt and finally running over the showing bulge in his jeans before she, this time, broke off their kiss and threw herself back onto the sofa, closing her eyes as if in pleasure, before letting them look back upon her man. Tom made his way to the front of the sofa, Karla peeling his shirt off his body as soon as he was within range, before his muscular arms reached under her again and picked her up, holding her aloft as he sat himself down, and placed her atop him, straddling his manhood through clothes, Karla feeling it pushing against her lustful wetness.

Karla could feel herself losing control, she knew know that he had given her the control, as he desired, but she was also conscious that he'd take it back again when he so wished, so she had to keep him focused, keep him as putty in her hands to get what she so wanted, needed. She slowly undid the top few buttons of her blouse, letting it fall loosely revealing the top of her breasts before she pulled his eyes back to hers and licked her lips tentatively. He was hers. As his eyes roamed lower again he noticed the bow in her cleavage, the box that belonged to, not a bra, but a corset. She had dressed down for him, in a way only she could.

She slowly released the remaining buttons and let her blouse slip backwards off her shoulders, joining her spouses shirt already scattering the floor, before finding Tom's eyes roaming her body, taking in the pure bliss of his fiancee in this corset, a red and black corset with a cleavage bow and ties up the back, he loved this and she knew it. Karla was still intent on keeping her temporary control of the situation, and so slipped off of Tom's lap, teasing herself as his length stroked wet patch between her thighs, making her lightly sigh before regaining her composure and continuing to the floor.

She stood up and removed her bottoms, slowly, revealing a match red and black thong underneath with knee high black socks to accompany it. She knew everything that he liked, and as she turned around to walk away, she knew the wiggle of her tight buttocks would cause a stir in his boxers. She turned back and slowly worked her way to the floor, continuing along it back towards Tom, giving him a view of her long legs and bum as she moved back up his legs, and towards his crotch. She let her hands roam the outskirts of this delicate area, rubbing his legs and playing in the neveregions at the top of his legs, until his hips started raising and she knew he was ready for more. She let one hand slip to the centre area, stroking his length from top to bottom.

In all of there time together, Karla still never failed to get excited when touching Tom's dick, she knew it was big, very big in fact, and over the years this had only aided in turning her on more. There was no other dick she would ever experience, and she was glad, she still feared Tom's size after this long, just a little, knowing what it could do and how far it could reach.