His eyes are getting heavy as he sits leaned back on the sofa, in front of him the same news is running across the TV screen for the third time. It has been a long day at work. Or well, just a day, really. But he is exhausted, nonetheless. The glass of red wine in his hand is leaning dangerously to the right, aiming at the crotch of his washed-out jeans.
Suddenly, a cold breeze brushes over his neck as the door to the apartment opens and closes. He shivers before he blinks a few times, and his eyes open. His eyes grow wide as he sees the tilting wine glass and he manages to catch it a millisecond before disaster, putting it down on the coffee table.
Just as he wonders what woke him, he hears someone behind him. It’s light and almost soundless footsteps. A pair of slim arms wrap around him from behind, and he smiles as her face with the cold nose presses against the side of his neck.
“Hey, you,” she says with her cute voice.
“Hey, you,” he responds sleepily, yet delighted.
Her arms hug him tight, and he holds on tight to them. He has needed her embrace, her presence, all day.
"Let me go change and I'll join you," she says, kissing his neck sweetly.
But as her arms trail up over her chest, he turns on the sofa and grabs her waist. She squeals delighted as he pulls her over the back of the sofa, and down next to him. She smiles happily as he pulls her close to him and his body forms the big spoon. He lies momentarily inhaling her scent and feeling her soft and silky-smooth hair against his face.
Then his fingers grow a conscience, and he becomes aware of how her body heat seems to flow in slow waves through the fabric of the wrap-around dress she is wearing. His fingers tighten around the fabric, and she glances down at them.
"You wore this to the Petersen’s barbeque last week, didn’t you?” he asks as he trails her curves, from her thigh to her shoulder.
“Yes,” she replies surprised. “Do you remember that?”
“I almost couldn’t take my eyes off your legs the entire day,” he says with a reminiscent smirk.
“Really?”
She is surprised but flattered. She turns a little on the sofa looking up at him.
“Uh yes! You have such… leggy legs.”
She narrows her eyes at him, giving him an amused squint and wry smile.
“Leggy legs?”
She laughs as he rolls his eyes. He pushes her onto her side again and nestles comfortably down behind her. His crotch is right up against her amazing ass. He wraps an arm around her, and she latch onto it.
As she snuggles up to him, she can’t resist. Innocently, she stretches her leg. Her ass presses back up against his crotch. She holds it there for a few seconds, stretching her entire body. He smiles into her hair as his cock stirs awake in his jeans. He responds to the pressure with his own and can feel how his cock finds that wonderful cleft between her ass-cheeks and presses in between them. She won’t have any doubt about what she is doing to him right now.
But then she relaxes again and the pressure against his cock disappears, and she rests back into the position she was in before. He can see the smirk on her lips, even when he lies behind her. He buries his face in her hair, pressing his lips against the warm skin at the back of her neck. His arm now pulls her closer, maintaining some of the pressure against her ass.
Her long nails trail up over the back of his hand and up his arm. Slow and gentle. Then she turns in his arms and lies face to face with him. His face lights up in a smile when she turns her beautiful, blue eyes to his grey-green ones.
He brushes away a few wild strands of hair and her eyes beam up at him.
“You’re so very beautiful,” he whispers mesmerized.
His hand runs into her hair, around to her neck and he pulls her face closer in a soft manner.
She smiles a little taken aback, but her blushing cheeks reveal that she is still very flattered by his compliments.
Her eyes are glued to his lips. She places a small hand with slim fingers against the lower part of his cheek, the beard that fits him so well prickling against her hand. Her thumb traces the line of his bottom lip before she moves closer and kisses him. Small kisses, light kisses with just the hint of expectations behind them. Her soft and warm lips feel so elegant against his.
He pulls back a little and meets her eyes again. He traces a finger down along her nose to the cupid’s bow which is outlined in sharp, protruding lines, further down over her plump lips and down over her chin. His gaze cut between her eyes and the places his finger touches. He adds additional fingers as he traces down over her shoulder. Her slim, fine shoulder, and down her arm to retrace their steps once they reach her elbow.
His arm resting beneath her wraps around her and pulls her closer to him, creating that elegant curve in her back. She breathes a small gasp as he pulls her close, and her entire body warms up in a flash and her delicate scent crawls up his nose. His eyes gaze down into hers; it feels like she can see straight into his soul.
His hand slides down along her curved back, moving slowly up and down along her spine. He leans in over her to once again feel how her soft lips feel so perfect on his. Her hand runs up into his hair and forms a light fist, she is doing what she can to keep him as close as possible. Doing what she can to lock his lips to hers. She wishes she could stop time.
Her fist in his hair tightens and she deepens the kiss, exploring his mouth. He melts under her touch and caress and his lips part for her unabashed. As their tongues collide her body hums with intensity and uncontrolled, she starts kissing him faster, more passionately. Again, and again their lips meet, then their tongues, and they part ways again, only to start the dance all over again.
She pushes him onto his back and moves to sit astride him. Both her hands grip around his face. Caressing. Feeling.
He can feel his entire body as if set aflame and his heart is beating so hard that his chest feels like it's vibrating. He loves the feeling of her weight on top of him and one of his hands slides down to her ass, squeezing one ass-cheek firmly in his hand and pressing her down and up.
She smiles against his lips and dwells in his firm grip. How he pulls her back and forth on him, her panties sliding over the considerable bulge in his jeans. His cock stirs wildly at the sensation of feeling her in his hands and rubbing back and forth on his cock. His breathing gets heavier and small, dark moans escape his lips every time their lips momentarily part. His hand forms a fist in her hair, and he catches her gaze, his eye darkening.
“I want you! I want you so much right now!”
She can feel how her entire body responds in warm, wild butterflies within an instant and she presses her lips hard against his. His fingers untangle from her hair and run down along her neck, down over her back, and down to her ass.
With a firm grip around each ass-cheek, he pulls her up over him again and his jaw tenses as she slides back over him as he loosens his grip. One more time. Pull her up. Feel her weight. Feel how she pushes down against him. How she slides over the bulge and how it hardens from it.
She breathes a warm and lustful moan and a sensual tickle rush to her groin and nestles in her pussy. Suddenly, his lips seek her neck, and he places warm and wet kisses down her smooth skin, his tongue tracing lines between them.
Her amazing, soft scent fills him with desire. He trails kisses down her shoulder, his teeth pinching the soft part and her body quivers in response.
Her breathing becomes irregular as his mouth and hands travel around her body, and her hands tie knots on his shirt to keep herself grounded. She can feel the rapid hardening from him between her legs, under her pussy. She rolls her hips once, pressing down against his cock in a sweeping motion. She does it again and a small moan escapes his lips in surrender, and she feels how hard he becomes.
Suddenly he sits up and his arms embrace her small figure.
“I want you out of this!” he whispers against her lips as his hands tear at her dress. “I wanna see all of you!”
He pulls at the strings of the small bow on the side of the dress. Once the bow untangles, he quickly tears the dress open. In his eagerness the fabric stretches to its absolute maximum, giving away a bit.
The second he gets her out of her dress, he grabs her and pulls her into a passionate kiss. His hands run over her white, laced underwear, feeling the see-through fabric hugging most of her ass perfectly. He can’t help but make small thrusts towards her every time she presses her pussy down against his cock, every time he feels her closing around his cock from behind her white panties.
She pushes him back down on his back, kissing him warmly, her tongue caressing his. She sits up on her knees a little reaching down between them, her hand sliding over the eager bulge in his jeans. She utters a delighted sigh, and the juices start running along her pussy at the thought of what is behind his jeans. She tightens her hold around the bulge a bit and caresses it back and forth. He groans as his jeans get too tight around his crotch. It’s almost unbearable! His entire body shakes as he grabs her face and forces his lips from hers.
“Darling, you have to open my jeans. You have to take it in your hand! Now!”
His hands trail down to her breasts, his fingers sneaking in between the breasts and the laced cups of the bras.
Her wonderful breasts fit perfectly into his hands. She lets out a soft moan as her nipples harden under his touch. Arousal leads her hands as she reaches down between them and opens his jeans. His hands squeeze tighter around her breasts with a breath of relief. Redemptive.
Pressure relieved, his cock is now only caught in his boxers. She doesn’t waste the chance to feel his cock again, now without the jeans in the way. She presses the palm of her hand against the boxers where the very clear indication of his cock shows.
“Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth as he presses himself up against her hand.
He moans loudly at the feeling of her wanting palm pressing against his cock, only a thin piece of clothing separating the two.
He lets his fingers playfully brush over the outside of her white bra, her perky nipples pressing against the laces of the bra. She can feel the hint of a touch as his fingers move over her bra and the tickling sensation travel from her nipples down to her pussy. But he longs to see her breasts freed from their contraption. His arms reach around her and with a quick, easy move he opens her bra, pulls the straps from her arms, and throws it aside. She won’t need that anymore.