Sound check

He tells her to speak into the mic so he can show her something. Before she can, he surprises her by pulling her onto his lap and pushing her hair aside.

"Closer," he says in her ear. Instant goosebumps. Her heart gallops. He knows exactly how to get her.

She blushes and says, "I'm not even sure what to say."

He says, "Let's fix that."

He kisses the side of her neck and down her jawline. His beard tickles the skin of her collarbone which is exposed by her slouchy sweater slipping down. She's instantly breathless. His actions are unexpected but quite welcome.

She sighs as he slips both hands under her sweater, deftly removing her bra. His hands now cup her breasts instead. His fingers intuitively know to roll her tight nipples firmly, just how she loves them to be handled. She reaches up and behind her, grabs handfuls of his thick hair. She feels the growing hardness in his lap and smiles. She can feel it pressing against the back of her thighs and her now squirming ass. She moans louder, excited.

"Talk to me," She pleads, "Anything-- just speak. Please."

He momentarily buries his face in the nape of her neck and chuckles. He knows of this kink of hers about his voice. As he continues to knowingly run his hands over her body and kiss her neck, he begins to speak again on the technical attributes of his new mic, his voice deep, growling, seductive. She grows wet, quivery, increasingly noisy.

Between all the physical stimulation and now with his glorious voice at her ear, she can’t hold back any longer. She lets out a long, loud, shuddering moan. She enjoys the surprisingly strong and delicious orgasm he has brought her.

She turns around to straddle him in his chair. Now facing him, she sees the most devilish grin on his handsome face. He motions to the mic and nods mischievously.

She gasps, "Holy shit. The mic is recording, isn't it?"

She kisses him deeply and unbuttons his pants. Now it's time for his sound check.