For this story readers discretion is advised. 18 years and older only please.
It’s a quiet night in, we are both sat on opposite ends of the couch, our legs intertwined as we read. The weather outside is a little chilly and so we have some naughty hot chocolate that I made. You sneak a glance a glance at me, at the same time I look up from my book and we end up staring each other in the face. I’m a little flushed because of the alcohol in the drinks I made. And this prompts you to pull me towards you and kiss me deeply. I return your kiss with just as much vigor. Dragging my hands through your hair and down to your chest, down to the ends of your shirt and I begin to tug it off.
I get your shirt off over your head and begin kissing and nibbling your neck. As your fingers roam down my back and into the waistband of my jeans, I stiffen slightly and pull away from you. “The couch is a little small don’t you think?”
“I don’t think it’s too small.” You say.
“I do.” I stand up, and strip off the cozy jumper I’m wearing. And then pull you up to join. Taking you with me into the bedroom, where I push you onto the bed and make you watch.
I’m wearing a fitted tank and skinny jeans, which I slowly unbutton and begin to gently pull down over my hips and ass, wiggling my behind as I go. I kick them off the ankles and do a little spin for your inspection. Then I slowly pull up my tank top dragging it inch by inch until it’s also off. Now all I’m left with is a pair of lacey knickers. I give you a cheeky little smile.
I then come over to you and kneel over you while I unbuckle your belt and unzip your jeans. You are now sick of being a spectator in this game. You stand up still holding me to you, and step out of your pants before turning around and dropping me back on the bed.You then lean over me and rip off my underwear, hungry for my skin to be next to yours. You begin a line of burning kisses up my thigh along my hip bone up to my breasts, taking one of my nipples into your mouth and nibbling on it. While rolling and tweaking the other between your thumb and forefinger, making them hard and letting little gasps and moans escape my lips. I push you off me and pull off your boxers with some urgency. I want to feel your length pulsing in me as you cum, but you’re not quite hard enough for that yet.
I grab you gently around the base, and lick up the length of it, before taking the head into my mouth and gently sucking, while my hands rub what I can’t fit into my mouth. You are now rod hard, your cock is slick with my saliva, and maneuver myself onto your cock, I let out a trembling sigh as you fill me up. And you moan at how tight and wet I am. I begin to move rhythmically up and down on your cock, slowly at first, and then quickening up the pace and you join me in thrusting yourself deeper. I’m moaning and sighing, and begging you to keep doing the wonderful thing that you are. I can feel the pressure in my abdomen rise as the orgasm builds, you’re squeezing my breasts and my fingers are digging into your thighs as the crescendo starts to pass through me. I buck and spasm on top of you as I orgasm. And then we both collapse in a sweaty heap of satisfied bodies, your cock still twitching inside of me as the last of your cum leaks out…