You cuddle me from behind, so close I can feel your breath on the back of my neck. Every inch of you is pressed up against me. All seven of them.
Its incredibly distracting when I’m trying to write. Even more so than standing up writing on the kitchen counter normally would be.
“I’m trying to concentrate,” I whine, but your hand muffles it.
I sigh, giving up, and wiggle back against you.
“Aren’t you trying to concentrate?” You tease.
I sigh again, pouting, then realise its no good because you can’t see me. I place my hands back on the keyboard unwillingly.
As I start to type again, you run your free hand slowly down my body, through the valley of my breasts, down my belly. You flirt with the edge of my jeans, sliding your fingers along it, dipping them beneath and then withdrawing again. You move it back up, cup one breast, and uncover my mouth to cover it instead.
I take the hint and decide not to speak as you massage my tits slowly. My nipples harden through the fabric, pressing against your palms as you continue to tease me by slowly grinding yourself against my ass.
I’m fighting myself to not just beg me to take me on the counter right there. Fuck my writing, I need you more.
My hips shift as I grind back against you. You groan softly. So I do it again. Your hands slide back to my jeans and you undo them without hesitation. You slide a single finger over my wet little pussy, and I can’t help it. I have to moan.
You drag that finger over and over my clit, circling it, stimulating every single nerve I think I possess. I need more. I tell you so.
Your mouth drops to my neck and sucks as you push two fingers inside me and stroke my walls, play with my g-spot. Your palm presses against my clit, and as you start to fuck me in earnest, it slaps against me. I cry out. I’m not going to last long if you keep fucking me like this, and you know it. You don’t stop.
My pussy tightens around you qiuckly, my climax buidling fast and hard. You don’t stop. I moan out that I’m gonna cum and all you tell me is that you want me to cum for you. A few seconds later, and I do, trembling in your arms.
When you pull your fingers from me, I can hear you sucking them clean hungrily.
You move to walk away and I have to stop you. I could feel how hard you are against my ass, and I wouldn’t dream of wasting that.
I take you by the hand and lead you upstairs.
We undress frantically, mouths and hands and bodies a frantic symphony of lust, our need reciprocated, echoed back between us, heightening everything until I feel I might die if I don’t have you inside me right that second.
I lay you back on the bed, and crawl over you. I kiss you as I press down onto you, moaning against your lips as you fill me up. I push myself to take you all the way, but I know however much I manage you’ll still be proud of me. And that all you really want is my tight, wet pussy wrapped around your cock. I have to ride you achingly slowly as my body adjusts, and then slowly ramp up the speed. But soon I’m groaning softly as I rock myself into you. Faster. Harder. I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. I want your balls slapping against my ass and my pussy gripping you tight and just to hear how i make you lose control.
That’s all I want.
You cup my breasts and pinch the nipples as I play with myself, hoping that my orgasm will trigger yours. Or at least that my pussy clenching around you would make you moan louder… i love to be encouraged like that,
I cum around your cock, hard. I’m gasping softly as I try to maintain my pace, body still spasminf from the aftershocks.
Our moans tangle in the air, and as you get closer and closer I don’t want to stop. I want to keep making you feel good. I want your cum painting my insides, filling my womb. Fuck… I *need* it.
I beg you to cum inside me.
You oblige.
You give your good girl such a big load she’d swear her slutty heart almost stops.
So deep and so much she almost forgets to breath.
And when you’re done and I climb off of your and into your arms, I squeeze you so tight that I almost return the favour.
You hold me gently, as we cuddle, everything soft and quiet in the afterglow.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r4lhz0/distraction