The noise of the computer game you were playing filled your office. I knew you were raiding with your online friends, off to kill this monster or that. I played too and knew the pleasure you found in the activity. Wandering down the stairs I stood in the doorway from the den to your office and watched you. The TV was on in there with the game you were watching. I still thought it amusing that you rolled back and forth to watch TV and play on the computer.
Crossing behind your chair I leaned down and kissed the back of your neck, your ear and your cheek in gentle kisses. The noises you make are pleasing ones and so I continue my nuzzling against your neck. My teeth grazing the exposed skin with each suckling kiss along your throat. Slipping my arms around your shoulders I hug you and watch you play for a few minutes. You explain who is who and what you're after in today's adventure. Smiling and nodding as I half listen, my mind focused on your neck at the moment.
You push your chair back against my legs and I know it's time to check the game on the TV in the other room. I sidestep and you roll back so you can see through the doorway. When you look back to see what I'm doing I smile up at you from the spot where I'm now kneeling beside your desk. Your attention is now on the computer and the characters there, the people there, yet your awareness of my nearness pulls your eyes down to my upturned face. I smile up at you again and lean forward and brush the knuckles of your hand with my lips. Your fingers brush my lips, my cheek, my neck and finally tangle in my hair as you lean down and claim my lips with a searing kiss. The world around spins but we two are frozen in this moment.
The screen draws your attention from me and you resume your game. Laying my head in your lap I look up towards your face and can't help but smiling. The pride of being yours shines in my face like the brightest star in the night sky. I nuzzle against the warm hard place between your legs and smile to feel you already partly aroused by just my presence. It's a heady feeling this power of a woman, to stir the passions in her man. The feeling of my lips against you through the fabric of your pajama bottoms brings a quiet moan of pleasure from you. I breathe warm air through the soft cotton material and the hardness beneath grows to its full length and rises upwards, almost inviting me to draw it out.
Your voice reaches my ears and its thick with desire and passion, almost strained, "Don't stop, pet, you've 'roused me with your touch, please me with your delicious mouth." The fingers of your left hand caress my neck and tangle gently in my hair.