It had been a few weeks, and I was definitely in need of physical attention. I was nearly aching every time I got turned on, even after several sessions alone and with my newest toy. I needed him.
I played pretty coy all night. We drank together and laughed at a show together. I didn’t make any moves or act any differently. I had waited this long, so I chose to pace myself. He put our glasses away and I walked calmly upstairs. He jogged after me, but when I tturned back, he didn’t smile or grab my ass. It was unusually reserved. I started to worry that I’d be waiting again.
As we got into bed a few minutes later, he told me how cold he was and slid right up next to me under the covers. This was happening. I wrapped my arm around his stomach and drew him close. Joking about my perpetual warmth, I said “Move your knee much higher and it will be quite warm.” He pressed his thigh up between my legs and tilted my chin up, laying a warm kiss on my lips. I wasn’t done, so I grabbed the back of his head and went in for more.
I licked his lower lip, pulling it between mine as I sucked and drew it across my teeth, my hand dived down and grabbed his ass in a firm squeeze, nails pressing through the fabric of his boxer-briefs. He groaned into the kiss and my back arched. I loved his sounds. So tender, but so clear. I slid my fingers just under the waistband and stroked along his slowly growing length. Another groan, “Mm, hello.” I laughed and said hello as well, removing my hand and pressing against the bulge under the fabric from the outside.
He pressed his hand between my legs and teased over my panties, then pressed firmly. A gasp escaped from me before I ground back against his advances. We pawed at each other, both seeking to drive out those wicked sounds. He pressed my chin aside and bit my neck, my eyes closed as I let him win that round. He got up and checked the door, turned off the lights, I pulled off my panties. He grinned and slid off his boxer-briefs.
As he crawled back into bed, he pretended to fall asleep. I slipped under the sheets and mumbled something about it being too bad he was so tired. I wrapped my fingers at the base of his length, then fanned them out to gently squeeze his balls as I licked all around the tip of his cock. Another groan. I worked my lips and tongue down only a few inches, my fingers squeezing and working him gently. He squirmed and I slid back up.
“Guess I’ll just go to sleep, too.” I flipped over, facing away, and he slid up behind me. “Well, then I’ll just slip in and snuggle. Right? Like this?” He pressed against me gently, just the tip sliding briefly over my lips from behind. My hips arched and I exhaled “Yes.” He pressed harder and slipped inside, sliding all the way in as my hips pressed back to his, biting my lip. His hand found my hip as the slow short thrusts started. I was already moaning. God, I wanted this so badly. His other hand slid up the bed, wrapping into my hair as he pulled my head back, the thrusts getting more intense.
I hissed “Yes,” my hand reached for the edge of the bed and gripped as he thrust hard, all the slick wetness making sticky sounds as I writhed. He paused as I came, and I turned onto my stomach. He thrust his hips a few more times, then said “Not yet,” a smile in his voice. He rolled to his back and I jokingly told him how rude it was to fall asleep twice in one session. I straddled his hips and rubbed along his length before I pressed back and slid down on him again. I sat up, arching and slowly grinding my hips until he grabbed them.
“Take off your shirt,” he asked. “No, it’s cold,” I answered with a grin. “I want to see them,” he pleaded. I leaned over and he held my hips, thrusting upward rapidly. I came hard, suddenly breathless, cussing, I sat up and pulled off my shirt. He earned it. He groaned and I bounced slowly up and down, leaning forward again and rolling my hips. “Fuck me,” he said. I kneeled and slowly slid back, taking his whole length with each movement of my hips as he moaned and shifted beneath me. I got him close, but I still wanted more, so I slowed and pulled off, falling onto my stomach gently.
“Oh, is that right?” he said, I could hear the smile in his voice as I moaned “Mmmhmm.” I pulled a pillow under my hips and pressed my thighs together and wiggled my hips. “Is this what you wanted?” he jokingly asked as he slid back inside, resting his forearm across my lower back. “Mm, yes,” I moaned into the sheets. He took his time, squeezing and kneading my ass, slow and deep thrusts hittinf really good spots. “I don’t want to cum yet…” he whispered, and I grinned. He fucked me again, harder this time, and my fingers curled and scratched at the bed. He slowed again, but I wasn’t done.
I wiggled my hips, forcing him deeper, then pulled forward and used my kegels the hug and squeeze. I did this three or four times and he groaned, “You’re making it hard not to…” I loved doing this to him. And his delicious groans were too much for me to stop. He thrust a few more times, and this time we came together. I worked my hips, sliding deep and pulling shallow, finally wiggling in place as his orgasm subsided. Both spent, we cleaned up in a daze, already talking about next time.
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