Chanel adjusted her seat, trying to find a comfortable position in the dimly lit Lamaze classroom. The air felt thick with an electric anticipation that had nothing to do with the imminent arrival of her baby. The instructor, a powerful figure with chiseled features and a full, luscious mouth, had definitely contributed to the charged atmosphere. His name was Drayton, and as he moved around the room, his broad shoulders and trim rear in those fitted jeans drew Chanel’s gaze again and again.
Of course, it didn’t help that Chanel was alone in the class. Her husband was working overtime to provide for their growing family. And the man who was actually the father was out of town. So here Chanel was, the only single woman in a room full of expectant mothers and their partners. It was enough to make a girl feel lonely and… contemplative.
Drayton stopped in front of Chanel, his tall form looming over her. “Chanel, isn’t it? Remember to keep your breathing slow and steady, even during contractions.” His voice was deep, with a hint of a growl that sent shivers down Chanel’s spine.
She met his gaze, feeling the heat of his eyes on her face. “Yes, Drayton,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ll do my best.”
Drayton’s lips curled into a slight smile, revealing a hint of white teeth. “That’s all anyone can ask for,” he said, before turning to help another student with some breathing exercises.
Chanel watched him move, her mind filled with thoughts she knew she shouldn’t be having. It wasn’t like her to be so forward, so aggressive. But there was something about Drayton that brought out a side of her she never knew existed. A side that craved the kind of passion and desire she had been missing in her marriage.
As the class progressed, Chanel found herself growing more and more aroused. The gentle stretching exercises began to feel like more sensual caresses, Drayton’s strong hands on her body making her skin tingle and her nipples harden. She could feel her pussy throbbing with need, ached to be filled and ridden hard.
When the final stretch of the class arrived, Chanel was practically panting with anticipation. She knew she should leave, head home to that tiny dicked husband of hers, but she just couldn’t bring herself to go. Not when Drayton was still so close, still radiating that raw, animal magnetism.
As the other students gathered their things and said their goodbyes, Chanel lingered behind, her eyes locked on Drayton. He looked up at her, a question in his dark eyes, and she knew he could see the desire burning within her.
Without a word, she stood up and walked towards him, her hips swaying with each step. “Drayton,” she breathed when she reached him. “I… I need to talk to you.”
Drayton’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he stepped closer, his tall frame looming over hers. “What is it, Chanel?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Chanel reached out, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his tight pants. “I want you,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to fuck me right here, right now.”
Drayton’s eyes flashed with surprise, then a slow, predatory grin spread across his face. “Well, well,” he purred, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Looks like we’ve got a little minx in our midst, don’t we?”
Chanel nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “Please, Drayton,” she begged, her hands fumbling with the zipper of his pants. “I need you so badly.”
Drayton chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Chanel’s spine. “Alright, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with seduction. “Let’s give these other expectant mothers a show they’ll never forget.”
And with that, Drayton’s hands came down to grab Chanel’s ass, lifting her up and into his arms. He carried her to the edge of the classroom, where a soft couch sat tucked away, and set her down on it with a thud.
Chanel watched, breathless, as Drayton quickly shed his clothes, revealing a body that was pure perfection. His cock was long and thick, standing at attention and seemingly eager to claim her.
“Get those pants off,” Drayton growled, straddling Chanel’s hips and tugging at the waistband of her leggings.
Chanel scrambled to obey, wriggling out of her clothes until she was naked and exposed beneath him. Drayton’s eyes roamed over her body, drinking in every curve and dip, before coming to rest on her dripping pussy.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
Chanel nodded, her cheeks burning with shame and arousal. “I… I couldn’t help it,” she admitted. “You just… You draw me in, make me want things I shouldn’t.”
Drayton’s grin was wicked. “I think that’s the point,” he said, before leaning down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth.
Chanel cried out, her back arching off the couch as pleasure shot through her body. Drayton’s tongue was everywhere, laving at her breasts and teasing her aching nipples until she was panting and begging for more.
When he finally released her, Chanel was trembling, her skin slick with sweat and her pussy clenching with need. Drayton positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance.
“Slow and steady,” he reminded her, as he began to push inside her.
Chanel moaned, her fingers digging into Drayton’s broad shoulders as he filled her inch by delicious inch. He was huge, stretching her in ways she hadn’t known possible, but it felt incredible, like her body was made to take him.
When he was fully sheathed, Drayton paused, giving Chanel a moment to adjust. Then, with a low groan, he began to move, his hips pulling back and slamming into her with a rhythm that was both brutal and sublime.
Chanel was lost, completely and utterly consumed by the sensations that Drayton was awakening within her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass as she urged him on, desperate for more, harder, faster.
The sound of skin slapping against skin, the scent of sex and sweat, the feeling of Drayton’s cock piston-like inside her – it was all combining to push Chanel closer and closer to the edge.
“D-Ray!” she cried out, her voice high and desperate. “I’m going to… oh god, I’m going to cum!”
Drayton’s response was to pound into her even harder, his thrusts becoming frenzied as he chased his own release. Chanel could feel him throbbing inside her, his cock swelling and pulsing as he neared his climax.
And then, with a hoarse shout, Drayton buried himself deep and came, his hot seed flooding Chanel’s pussy and triggering her own orgasm. She screamed, her body shaking and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
When it was finally over, Chanel lay there, panting and spent, with Drayton still nestled inside her. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, what she had done. But as she looked up at Drayton’s face, she saw that he was smiling down at her, a soft, tender expression that made her heart skip a beat.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice gentle.
Chanel nodded, her smile shaky but real. “I’m more than okay,” she whispered. “That was… incredible.”
Drayton chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, before slowly pulling out of her and helping her to sit up.
As they quietly got dressed and gathered their things, Chanel couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She knew this wouldn’t be a one-time thing, that she and Drayton would continue to see each other, to explore the passion and desire that had ignited between them.
