The weather outside is miserable for anything other than being inside. It’s rainy, cold, and there are rare thunderclaps off in the distance. After a morning filled with errands, we decide to get back into bed for a nap. You strip down to your boxers immediately. I roll my eyes at you, and I pull on the t-shirt that you took off.
“I don’t understand how you sleep in so much clothing,” you say as you settle into the bed. You look me up and down as I crawl in beside you.
“You act like I’m wearing a lot,” I scoff. I’m only in your shirt and a pair of panties, but you grumble anyway. “Stop being ridiculous.”
We lay on our sides, smiling at each other as we settle in. We’re completely comfortable, just listening to the rain as you reach up and brush some of my hair back from my face. It feels soft and sweet, almost like being a teenager again and finding out that your crush likes you back. I let out a giggle at the sharp contrast between how this feels and what I know we’ve done in this bed.
“What?” you ask, a slightly bemused smile on your face.
“Oh, it’s nothing, really,” I start. “This just feels much more innocent than I’m used to with us. I feel… giddy? Almost like a teenager. I feel like we should be making out until one of us has to go home.”
“Is that what you want to do?” You ask, raising your eyebrow and moving closer towards me. My body reacts almost instantly to your closeness: my nipples harden underneath the shirt I’ve pilfered, and I move my legs to tangle with yours. You cup my cheek gently before running your fingers into my hair, guiding my face towards yours.
I brush my lips against yours, keeping it soft and chaste. As I begin to pull away, you use the hand in my hair to pull me back, deepening the kiss. Our lips slide against each other, staying relatively innocent until I nip at your bottom lip.
After that, it’s almost as if a dam has broken. I press myself up against you as I run my hands over your back, shoulders, and neck. I scratch you gently as your free hand slides up my side and you kiss me harder.
As your hand finds my clothed breast, I begin kissing my way across your cheek and down your neck. When you pinch my nipple, I whimper and nibble along your jawline. I move my leg over your hip, pressing myself against you. You move your hand down to the hemline of the shirt, moving underneath it. My breath hitches at the coolness of your hand, and I moan into your ear as you twist and pinch me.
I push you to your back and roll on top of you, my clothed pussy over your hardening cock. I lean down to kiss you again, your hand still in my shirt as I begin to grind against you. I let out soft moans into your mouth, and you move your hands to my hips, pulling me down as I rock against you. I sit up a bit straighter to gain more leverage, and you run your hands up to pull the shirt over my head. My tits bounce slightly as you pull the shirt over them, and you cup them, teasing my nipples as I moan again.
You put your arms around me to pull me forward, and I lean over you as you take my nipple into your mouth. I arch into you, focused entirely on what your lips and tongue are doing to me. You move your mouth across my chest, alternating the attention that you are giving to my nipples as I squirm above you. You reach one arm around me to adjust your cock in your boxers, squeezing it as you do so.
I pull back from you, looking down at you as I move off of you completely. I smile down at you as you move your hand back over your clothed cock, teasing it.
“I have an idea,” I whisper conspiratorially, moving to lie beside you.
“Oh?”
I move to nuzzle your cheek as I whisper in your ear, “I want to watch you get yourself off, and I want to help.”
“What do you mean by help?” You ask as you push your boxers off. Your cock is hard as a rock, and I lick my lips as I stare at it.
“You’ll see,” I tease, running my hand over your stomach and resting it on your hip. I press myself against you, moving my thigh over yours. I run the tip of my tongue along your neck, imitating what I would otherwise be doing to your cock. You shiver and wrap your hand around your dick, beginning to stroke it slowly.
“Close your eyes,” I command gently. You give me a look, but they slide shut.
I nip at your earlobe gently as I watch you tease yourself, and I whisper in your ear, “I want to suck on your cock until you cum.”
“Fuck,” you breathe, your hand tightening its grip as you stroke yourself.
“It gets me so wet to think about you fucking my throat,” I moan into your ear, pinching my nipples. “Do you want to feel how wet you make me?”
You nod, so I take your hand into mine, moving it into my panties. Your fingers slide between my lips, and your groan lets me know that you can feel just how soaked I am for you. You find my clit and rub me in time with your stroking, causing me to moan loudly. I buck against your hand before pulling it out of my panties, sitting up a bit as I move it up to my lips. You open your eyes to look at me, watching me.
“I taste so good on you,” I tease, running my tongue over your fingers before sucking them into my mouth. “I want you to fuck my tight little pussy, so that I can taste myself on your cock as I clean it with my tongue.”
You moan as I let your hand go, your eyes shutting again as I move my lips back to your ear. I place light kisses on your neck as I move my hands over your stomach and thighs, feeling spurred on by your heavy breathing and soft moans.
“Once I was done cleaning you off, I would beg you for your cum,” I say as I brush my lips against your cheek. “Do you want me to beg you now?”
You bite your lip and open your eyes. “Beg me for it. Maybe if you beg well enough, I might actually give it to you.”
I stare back at you as I cup my breasts, pinching my nipples. I moan as I say, “Please cum for me.”
You stroke faster as I whimper, my voice becoming breathy as I watch you and play with myself. The tip of your cock has a bit of pre-cum on it, and I resist the urge to lick it away.
“I want you to cum for me. I want to lick off of your stomach after you finish. Please – please.” My voice is desperate as you start to moan, and I know that you’re close.
“Ah, fuck. I’m going to—“ you start, your body tense as pleasure floods your body.
“Yes, please,” I keep begging, my clit throbbing between my legs as I watch you. “Give it to me.”
You moan loudly as you finish, cum bursting out of your cock and onto your stomach. I move onto my knees beside you, leaning down to clean you with my tongue. I smile as I feel your hand on my ass, sliding down toward my pussy.
Once your stomach is clean, I move my lips to your cock, sucking on it gently. As I clean you, you move your hand into my panties, rubbing my clit in lazy circles. I moan around your cock, already incredibly close. I pull my head back, resting it against your lap as I push my hips higher in the air.
“Come for me,” you command, watching as I grind against your fingers.
“Please. Don’t stop,” I whimper as my body tenses and I close my eyes. I let out a loud, long moan as I finish, your fingers still playing with my clit as waves of pleasure wash over me. I pull your hand away as I come back down to Earth, breathing heavily against your thigh.
You move your fingertips back to my lips and I suck on them, my eyes still closed. You use your other hand to stroke my hair gently, and I pull back and lay beside you.
“How was that?” I ask, smiling coyly.
“Different,” you respond, smiling.
“Good different?” I ask, tucking myself back against your side and yawning.
“Yeah, good different.”
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