It’s after 10 pm. After sexting all day just to tease each other you’d met him at his apartment for dinner and dessert. But never made it past the wine. Now you were both stuffing your faces on his couch and watching True Crime tv. A guilty pleasure you both shared. In nothing more than his button up and your panties, you finally put down your plate and sigh. Fed and satisfied (in more ways than one) you stretch your legs out across him and pour two more glasses of wine and hand him one. He absentmindedly begins to rub his hand up and down your leg. A commercial about female sex toys comes on. Kyle shakes his head.
Kyle: “I feel bad for women that lonely” you raise an eyebrow
You: “you don’t have to be lonely to enjoy toys” you laugh.
Kyle: “…..so you?” You giggle and nod. He looks offended.
You: “it’s got nothing to do with you….or any man. We just know how to take care of ourselves” he shrugs
Kyle: “but you can’t take better care of you than I can” you give him a yikes look
Kyle: “you’re saying you can?” He looks at you with pure skepticism on his face when you nod
You: “we all can. We know our bodies better than y’all. It’s not an insult. You get the job done. Very well……veeery well. But I know my body better than you”. Kyle stares at you for a second. You finish your wine. Kyle gets a devious look at his face and finishes his wine too. He sets the glass back on the coffee table and turns to face you
Kyle: “prove it” you smirk at him, knowing exactly what he means but wanting him to come out and say it
You: “prove……what?” You ask, innocently. Kyle laughs darkly.
Kyle: “prove that you know your body better than me. That you can make yourself cum better than I can”. You bite your lip but this challenge was 100% accepted. You begin unbuttoning the shirt slowly. Kyle settles back into the corner of the couch to watch. You pull the shirt open and slowly run your fingers up your stomach to your breasts. You caress and pinch your nipples, quickly arousing yourself. Your breath quickening and you feel your pussy getting wet. You slide your left hand slowly back down your belly to your panties. You slowly begin massaging your clit through them while still teasing your nipples with your right hand. When you feel your pussy getting even wetter you then slide your panties to the side and stick 2 fingers deep inside yourself, moaning out loud now. You slide your right hand down and massage your clit with that hand while finger fucking yourself with your left. Your moans grow louder as you get closer and closer to an orgasm, until finally you cum, hard all over your fingers, your back arching and your breathing jagged.
Kyle: “that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in person” you are startled when he suddenly speaks. In your bliss, you’d forgotten he was here and why you’d even started finger fucking yourself on your new boyfriend’s couch. You suddenly feel a little self conscious. You smile shyly at him. Kyle leans forward and kisses your knee. His kisses travel up your legs slowly
Kyle: “my turn” as he reaches your inner thighs he stops and looks up at you
Kyle: “you see the problem is….” He licks a long line up your left thigh that sends chills down your spine and you let out a small moan
Kyle: “you know exactly what you’re going to do to yourself. But me, you don’t know if I’m going to kiss you, (he bites hard into your thigh and you moan again), lick you, (he kisses your pussy lightly and it takes everything in you not to shove his entire face into it), or suck you, (he bites into your opposite thigh)”
You: “Kylllllle” you moan
Kyle: “it’s the element of surprise, baby. That is what is going to help me make you cum better than you just made yourself” he then sucks your clit as he slides his own 2 fingers inside you. You scrape your nails against the top of his back and rock your hips into his face. He plays at eating your pussy just long enough to drive you crazy before he pulls back. Having been on the verge of cumming you look down at him, confused. He chuckles and then flips you over, finally removing his shirt from your arms as well as his own beater and boxers. He spreads your legs slightly before your feel his hard dick sliding against your ass as he rubs himself against your a few times before sliding into you. His breath right on your neck begins to bring you back to that orgasm he’d just halted. You fuck back at him as you grip the arm of the sofa. His grunts and the sounds of your wet pussy getting pounded mixing with his thighs clapping against your ass makes you cum hard, even harder (you hated to admit) than you’d just made yourself. And you know he can tell. And he’s being cocky af about it
Kyle: “that’s right baby. Cum all over me! Ah, fuck!” His hold on your hips tightens and he picks up speed
You: “uh! Kyle! Yes baby!” You cum again and then he does too. Hot and sweaty you push him off of you.
Kyle: “so……do I win?” You give him the finger and then get up to redress and get more food. But you can hear him from the living room singing
Kyle: “The Champ is Here!”