I keep thinking about sitting next to you on the couch. About leaning over to kiss your neck, then your mouth. Crawling toward you and sitting in your lap – my knees straddling your thighs, my chest pressed against yours. Kissing until I feel you shift underneath me. Reaching down and unzipping your jeans. I keep thinking about the moment I wriggle backward out of your lap, on to the floor, so that I can take your cock in my hands and lick it slowly, right along its length, while I look you in the eyes. Putting my lips around the thick of you, and pushing til I feel you against the back of my throat.
God I want to taste you.
I want to keep going until your eyes get bright and I know you need more. To stand up and slowly pull my panties down from under my dress, keeping eye contact the entire time. Kissing that spot just behind your earlobe that always makes you moan as I slide down on to you.
I would start slow. Roll my hips forward gently, my hands framing either side of your face while yours run up and down my sides, urging me on. I'd kiss you hard – bite your lip and thrust my tongue in your mouth – before pulling back and quickly dragging my dress over my head. No bra. Just me, riding you.
No matter how often I think about it, I know I wouldn't go slow for long. I never can with you. I'd keep my breasts pressed against your chest, moving faster, arms braced against the back of the chair, holding back a moan. Faster, and I would lean back, arching my breasts up, my body glistening with sweat, your hands all over me – on my neck, my breasts, my lips. Your fingers shifting over me as I work faster and faster, breathing heavy, and look you in the eyes when I tell you I'm going to come for you. Another thrust and I will come, tightening on you, and fall forward into your arms, ready to rest, but we both know you wouldn't leave it at that. You would thrust up, taking my weight, slamming in to me again and again, biting my neck, licking me everywhere, hands grabbing at my hips to pull me in, faster and faster and
I keep thinking about your face when you come inside me.
I can't stop thinking about it.
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