The moment Ryan walked into my apartment, I could see it in his eyes—that flicker of hesitation, the way he glanced around like he didn’t belong. But I knew better. I’d been planning this all week, every detail, every move. He was here because I wanted him here. And I wasn’t about to let him forget it.I crossed my legs slowly, letting the hem of my dress ride up just enough to catch his attention. His eyes flicked down, then back up to my face, and I smiled like I hadn’t noticed. Oh, I noticed. I always did. My hand found its way to his thigh, fingers tracing small circles on the fabric of his jeans. He tensed under my touch, and I leaned in closer, my lips just inches from his ear.“Relax,” I whispered, my breath warm against his skin. “You’re here because I invited you. Don’t overthink it.”He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and I couldn’t help but smile. He was so… vulnerable. So easy to tease. I leaned back, letting my hand linger on his thigh for a moment longer before I reached for my glass of wine. I took a slow sip, watching him over the rim, feeling the weight of his gaze as it dropped to my chest. My dress was snug, just tight enough to highlight every curve, and I knew exactly what he was looking at.“You’re staring, Ryan,” I said, my voice low, teasing. His eyes snapped back up to mine, and I saw the faintest blush creep across his cheeks. Cute.“Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to—”“It’s fine,” I interrupted, setting my glass down. “I don’t mind. In fact… I kind of like it.”I stood then, smoothing my dress down and offering him my hand. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine for some kind of reassurance, and I tilted my head, giving him a look that said trust me. Slowly, he took my hand, and I led him up the stairs to my bedroom. He followed without question, his hand warm in mine, his breathing a little heavier with each step.The moment the door closed behind us, I turned to face him, my back pressed against the wood. He was standing close, too close, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. His eyes were dark, filled with something I couldn’t quite name, and I reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his breath catching as my fingers trailed down his cheek to his jaw. “Good. Because I have too.”I pushed him then, gently but firmly, guiding him backward until he was seated on the edge of the bed. He looked up at me, his hands gripping the mattress like he needed something to hold onto, and I stepped between his legs, my dress brushing against his jeans. His eyes dropped to my chest again, and I let him look, let him take in the way the fabric clung to my curves, the way my breasts rose and fell with every breath.“Touch me,” I said, my voice steady, commanding. He hesitated, his hands hovering in the air like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed. I reached down, taking one of his hands in mine and placing it on my waist. “Like this.”His fingers curled around my hip, and I felt a shiver run through me. Good. He was starting to catch on. I leaned down, my hands resting on his shoulders, and my lips brushed against his in the softest of kisses. It was tender, almost hesitant, but I could feel the tension building between us, crackling like electricity in the air.I deepened the kiss slowly, my lips parting just enough to invite him in. He responded eagerly, his hands moving from my waist to my back, pulling me closer. I could feel the hardness of his chest against mine, the way his breath hitched when I nipped at his bottom lip. God, he was so fucking responsive.I broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his lips slightly swollen, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re so fucking eager, Ryan,” I said, my voice husky. “I like that.”My hands found the hem of his shirt, and I pulled it up slowly, letting my fingers brush against his skin as I revealed inch after inch of toned muscle. He lifted his arms, letting me take it off completely, and I tossed it to the side, my eyes raking over his chest. Damn. He was even better than I’d imagined.I leaned down again, my lips trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, and across his collarbone. His hands found my hips again, pulling me closer, and I could feel the way his body responded to me, the way his breath quickened with every touch. I ground against him slowly, my dress riding up even higher, and I felt him groan, his hands tightening on my hips.“Fuck, Ryan,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. “You feel so fucking good.”His hands moved to my ass, pulling me even closer, and I let out a small gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. I could feel the heat between us, the way our bodies fit together perfectly, and I knew I was in control. He was mine, completely and utterly mine, and I wasn’t about to let him forget it.I leaned back slightly, my hands moving to the zipper on the side of my dress. “Watch,” I said, my voice steady, commanding. His eyes dropped to my hands, and I slowly pulled the zipper down, letting the fabric fall away from my body. His breath hitched as my dress pooled at my feet, revealing the black lace bra and matching panties I’d chosen specifically for this moment.“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes raking over me. I smiled, knowing exactly what he was thinking. My breasts were heavy, spilling slightly over the top of the bra, and I could see the way his gaze lingered on them, the way he practically licked his lips. I reached up, unhooking the front clasp of my bra and letting it fall away, my breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed.His hands moved instantly, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I let out a soft moan, my head tipping back as his mouth found one of them, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. God, he was so fucking good at this.I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he worked me over, his hands and mouth relentless. My hips rolled against his, the friction between us sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I could feel him hard beneath me, feel the way his body responded to every touch, every kiss, and I knew I was close. So fucking close.“Ryan,” I breathed, my voice trembling. “I need… I need…”

Ryan walked into my apartment, and I could see his hesitation, so I took control, guiding him to my bedroom. I led him to my bedroom, where we kissed and touched each other, and I took off my dress and bra.

The moment Ryan walked into my apartment, I could see it in his eyes—that flicker of hesitation, the way he glanced around like he didn’t belong. But I knew better. I’d been planning this all week, every detail, every move. He was here because I wanted him here. And I wasn’t about to let him forget it.

I crossed my legs slowly, letting the hem of my dress ride up just enough to catch his attention. His eyes flicked down, then back up to my face, and I smiled like I hadn’t noticed. _Oh, I noticed._ I always did. My hand found its way to his thigh, fingers tracing small circles on the fabric of his jeans. He tensed under my touch, and I leaned in closer, my lips just inches from his ear.

“Relax,” I whispered, my breath warm against his skin. “You’re here because I invited you. Don’t overthink it.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and I couldn’t help but smile. He was so… vulnerable. So easy to tease. I leaned back, letting my hand linger on his thigh for a moment longer before I reached for my glass of wine. I took a slow sip, watching him over the rim, feeling the weight of his gaze as it dropped to my chest. My dress was snug, just tight enough to highlight every curve, and I knew exactly what he was looking at.

“You’re staring, Ryan,” I said, my voice low, teasing. His eyes snapped back up to mine, and I saw the faintest blush creep across his cheeks. _Cute._

“Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” I interrupted, setting my glass down. “I don’t mind. In fact… I kind of like it.”

I stood then, smoothing my dress down and offering him my hand. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine for some kind of reassurance, and I tilted my head, giving him a look that said _trust me._ Slowly, he took my hand, and I led him up the stairs to my bedroom. He followed without question, his hand warm in mine, his breathing a little heavier with each step.

The moment the door closed behind us, I turned to face him, my back pressed against the wood. He was standing close, too close, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. His eyes were dark, filled with something I couldn’t quite name, and I reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his breath catching as my fingers trailed down his cheek to his jaw. “Good. Because I have too.”

I pushed him then, gently but firmly, guiding him backward until he was seated on the edge of the bed. He looked up at me, his hands gripping the mattress like he needed something to hold onto, and I stepped between his legs, my dress brushing against his jeans. His eyes dropped to my chest again, and I let him look, let him take in the way the fabric clung to my curves, the way my breasts rose and fell with every breath.

“Touch me,” I said, my voice steady, commanding. He hesitated, his hands hovering in the air like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed. I reached down, taking one of his hands in mine and placing it on my waist. “Like this.”

His fingers curled around my hip, and I felt a shiver run through me. _Good._ He was starting to catch on. I leaned down, my hands resting on his shoulders, and my lips brushed against his in the softest of kisses. It was tender, almost hesitant, but I could feel the tension building between us, crackling like electricity in the air.

I deepened the kiss slowly, my lips parting just enough to invite him in. He responded eagerly, his hands moving from my waist to my back, pulling me closer. I could feel the hardness of his chest against mine, the way his breath hitched when I nipped at his bottom lip. _God, he was so fucking responsive._

I broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his lips slightly swollen, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re so fucking eager, Ryan,” I said, my voice husky. “I like that.”

My hands found the hem of his shirt, and I pulled it up slowly, letting my fingers brush against his skin as I revealed inch after inch of toned muscle. He lifted his arms, letting me take it off completely, and I tossed it to the side, my eyes raking over his chest. _Damn._ He was even better than I’d imagined.

I leaned down again, my lips trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, and across his collarbone. His hands found my hips again, pulling me closer, and I could feel the way his body responded to me, the way his breath quickened with every touch. I ground against him slowly, my dress riding up even higher, and I felt him groan, his hands tightening on my hips.

“Fuck, Ryan,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

His hands moved to my ass, pulling me even closer, and I let out a small gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. I could feel the heat between us, the way our bodies fit together perfectly, and I knew I was in control. He was mine, completely and utterly mine, and I wasn’t about to let him forget it.

I leaned back slightly, my hands moving to the zipper on the side of my dress. “Watch,” I said, my voice steady, commanding. His eyes dropped to my hands, and I slowly pulled the zipper down, letting the fabric fall away from my body. His breath hitched as my dress pooled at my feet, revealing the black lace bra and matching panties I’d chosen specifically for this moment.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes raking over me. I smiled, knowing exactly what he was thinking. My breasts were heavy, spilling slightly over the top of the bra, and I could see the way his gaze lingered on them, the way he practically licked his lips. I reached up, unhooking the front clasp of my bra and letting it fall away, my breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed.

His hands moved instantly, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I let out a soft moan, my head tipping back as his mouth found one of them, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. _God, he was so fucking good at this._

I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he worked me over, his hands and mouth relentless. My hips rolled against his, the friction between us sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I could feel him hard beneath me, feel the way his body responded to every touch, every kiss, and I knew I was close. So fucking close.

“Ryan,” I breathed, my voice trembling. “I need… I need…”

A woman invites a man over for drinks, using her seductive allure to tease and entice him. She takes control of their encounter, setting the pace and dictating the terms of their intense, passionate night together.

She leads him to her bedroom, initiating a sensual kiss that quickly escalates into a fiery exchange. She undresses him slowly, taking pleasure in his responsiveness and vulnerability. She takes what she wants, riding him with control and precision, pushing him to the brink of pleasure and beyond.

He thought it was just a friendly visit, until I started stripping in front of him

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