Sequel to ‘Through the open door’
I told myself I was going to ask if you were thinking about me as you got off the night before, but when morning came, you beat me to the punch.
So much so, that at ten am, your knocking on my door was what woke me up.
At the insistent sound, I stumbled out of bed, slipping my feet into slippers before I venture forth to meet you, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I go.
“Hey. Uh, you kinda woke me up just now… what do you want?” I ask after opening the door to find you standing there.
I take a moment to look you up and down. You are wearing black skinny jeans and a purple blouse that accentuate your curves and emphasise your sizable chest, coupled with trainers and your hair in a single braid instead of the pony tail I’ve noticed you have prior to now.
Your appearance isn’t enough to make me hard, thankfully, but I feel underdressed, standing in my doorway in just my pyjamas and a pair of slippers.
You blush in response to my earlier statement, seemingly out of embarrassment. “S-sorry about that. Um…” you blush harder. “You’re going to think I’m a creep or something now, but uh… did you hear me last night? At all…?”
Every night since I moved here. Probably every night ever… but you called for someone called Jay like me… I thought to myself then, but didn’t say so.
“Uh, I think so?” I say, doing my best to look unsure. “I thought I heard you…”
Subconsciously wringing my hands while you look away and shuffle your feet, I speak again, unintentionally at the same time that you do the same.
“I don’t even know your name-”
“Would you like to come to my place-?”
We cut ourselves off and share an awkward laugh in the seconds that followed, and you suddenly seem much more confident.
“My name’s Anna,” you say with a smile, and I file away the fitting name. You certainly look like an Anna in my opinion.
“Now would you like to come back to my place? For coffee? As an apology for waking you up?” You suggest, and I nod, unaware you have ulterior motives, but motives I come to enjoy after the fact.
“Sure, lead the way,” I say, sealing myself to a delightful fate.
***
As soon as we were in your apartment, I closed the door, and that was when you pushed him against it and started kissing me.
“Mwah!” You emphasise, grinning at me once our lips separate. “I was thinking about you last night. I know you heard me.”
“I was going to ask, yes, but then I chickened out back there…”
You laughed then; a beautifully rich sound. “Join the occasionally shy club then. I’m the manager. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” I say, smiling back at you.
Taking two handfuls of my shirt, you then pulled upwards and I was quick to help you take it off.
With my chest now on full display, your eyes lit up as you gazed at my torso while a grin split your face.
“East tiger,” I tease, but you ignore me, instead diving for my collarbone to begin peppering my chest with kisses.
Progressively going lower, your hands trace my skin as you keep kissing me, eventually reaching the waistband of my pyjama shorts.
Your knees are touching the floor now, as you hook your fingers into my shorts, pulling them down to the floor and telling me to step out of them.
“Like what you see?” I chuckle, watching you stare speechlessly at my manhood.
No response was forthcoming. “And you want to know the best part, Anna? Every guy comes with one of these!”
My statement has the desired effect of snapping you out of your stupor, and you snort at my words. “Good to know, Jay.”
You say this before gripping my cock at the base, making an effort to try and make your thumb and middle finger touch, but finding no success.
Then enveloping one of my balls and take it into your mouth, you suck for a few moments before giving the same treatment to the other. You then start to slowly lick up my shaft and flick your tongue over my glans.
All the while you have been doing this, I have been moaning in pleasure. “You’re really good at that,” I commend you. “You must have had practice before…”
You gaze up at me but say nothing, focusing on more important matters, like taking me into your mouth while your hands grab my ass and squeeze.
My moans increase in volume as you impale my cock down your throat to the point that your nose brushing is brushing my pelvis and spit begins to drip down to your chin.
Unknowingly satisfying one of my deepest desires like this kicks my arousal up a few notches.
I hear you gag on my cock, but my head is swimming with endorphins so it doesn’t really register as you retreat some, then start to move back and forth along me.
It proves to be my undoing.
“Fuck!” I yell, thankful that we cannot be seen by anyone except ourselves as I release into your mouth.
Cold air reaches me, contrasting to your warm mouth while I continue to unload.
You are far from idle however. I look down as you start pumping my cock with one hand while your mouth hangs open, succeeding in downing most of my cum, though some lands on your cheeks.
I watch, speechless as you scoop the thick liquid from your face with a finger and savour it.
“Mmm… you taste great,” you tell me, and I can do nothing but stare at you, as I subconsciously recognise how surreal the situation of being blown by you; someone I barely know, and having only been awake for no more than ten minutes by this point.
But you don’t seem to mind this occurrence at all, and it hits me that this is more than a spur of the moment tryst. It is then that I decide that you should get to feel good.
“Which room is your bedroom?” I ask you.
“Just through there,” you answer, standing up.
“Alright. Lead the way. Next round is for you, Anna.”
***
The sight of your blond hair on your bare shoulders while you lie on your back on the bed in your bedroom has my blood on fire and my cock rock hard once more.
The blouse and skirt you were wearing are on the floor somewhere but neither of us care about that really. Nor do we care about the room’s cold air that caresses our skin, making us both shiver a little.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, we gaze hungrily at each other and you spread your legs apart.
You seem to shudder under my focus, but then look at me through your lashes and shake your large chest from side to side alluringly, inviting me to make a move.
Move I do, settling between your legs then dipping to take the top of one of your double D’s into my mouth.
Suckling on the small nub, I am encouraged by you gasping because of me, prompting me to bite down gently.
You moan, your back arching and ass lifting off of the bed for a moment. Then, once resettled, you take my left hand and place it on your other breast.
With your hand on top of mine, you squeeze my hand, making me squeeze your breast as a result.
However, I decide on a different approach than playing with your chest. So I let go of the breast in my mouth and focus my attention southwards.
I move to position myself on top of you; pressing my legs to yours to make moving difficult for you, while taking your arms and raising them over your head, holding them in place against the wall behind you.
A fire ignites in my belly and I shudder at the idea; one of my favourite moves, where I ‘trap’ my partner with my body until both of us are satisfied.
It always serves to arouse me, without fail, and now is clearly no exception.
“You alright with this?” I ask a little huskily. You seem to be alright, but I felt the need to make sure nonetheless. As much as I enjoy seeing girls restrained like this beneath me; not everyone is okay with the idea.
For a few seconds, you just looked at me, wordless and with an unreadable expression. Your azure eyes widen a little and grow cloudy while your breasts move enticingly, swaying slightly with every breath.
“I’m alright,” you finally answer, cheeks flushed, and fidgeting slightly beneath me.
Arousal rushes through me again, but this time I let loose a wanton growl and buck my groin against your crotch as you move against me, all heated skin and curves over taut muscles.
You are simply beautiful to behold. I must be lucky to have you as my next door neighbour.
“Jay…” you whine, a tad frustrated by my momentary inaction. “Do something, please…”
I smirk inwardly. Okay then, Anna…
With agonizing slowness, I drag my lips, tongue, and free hand over the swell of your breasts. You begin to gasp and buck your hips against me, keening softly, while I lazily work my way up your soft hills.
Your nipples stand firm and inviting, begging for the attention I keep denying them. Without any haste, I drag my tongue and fingers in slow circles around them, over and over and over.
A low stream of incomprehensible curses burst from your lips, going unheard as I keep tormenting you. Close up as I am, I noticed how your nipples get harder, see your skin pebbling up, and watch your breasts move with every panting breath you take.
You arch up towards me, pleading and begging me to stop teasing you and go on, but I hold off a moment longer still, enjoying how your lithe body moves beneath me.
I smirked against your lips… and comply. Lining up my cock against your entrance, I tease your opening with the head a couple of times before pressing into your welcoming body with one careful stroke.
“Oh, Fuck!” I can’t help exclaiming amidst a moan of sheer bliss.
“Finally…” I hear you sigh, though your words don’t fully register to me.
“So tight…” I gasp, while also detecting your wet warmth that surrounds my shaft.
I slowly start to pull out before pushing back in, again and again, soon making note of the fact that your eyes widen ever so slightly as I do this.
“Mmmh… more…” you moan after a little while, and reposition your legs to meet my thrusts with your own, allowing me to reach further inside of you, just as I speed up my thrusts.
Your face twists in pleasure as I do so, pushing you to reach your tipping point.
With a torn cry, you clamp down around my cock, quaking in place beneath me, and serving to bring me to my tipping point.
“That… that was amazing!” You declare, grinning madly in the afterglow, and I don’t hesitate to agree with a nod, momentarily too spent to talk.
“So, neighbour… want to make this a regular thing?”
I simply nod, and you smile coyly at me
“Now then, how do you take your coffee? Better late than never, right?”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qf6iea/a_satisfying_morning