Note: This story was written for a friend. Now that it served it's purpose, I decided to put it out there for others to enjoy and I really hope you do. I realise that some will not agree with the category I have chosen as it isn't very BDSM-ish but I couldn't figure out where best to fit it.
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It's late.
You've been working all day.
You're tired, still a little sweaty and your mind is shot for the night.
You're looking for a little distraction. A little time out before you hit the shower and get to bed.
You boot up your computer. You go to a voice chat room. There's a show going on so you keep your mic off and wait. You're not really paying much attention at first. Just checking the list to see who's online. You take a long slow slug of the beer sat next to your keyboard and sit back to wait.
But then, the girl in the show moans, her voice low and throaty. Her arousal is obvious in the tone, the vibration, the timbre of her voice. You are entirely focused on her. Her every whimper draws you further in.
So you don't hear your bedroom door open, absorbed as you now are. You don't sense the soundless footfalls coming from behind you. You don't feel the other presence in the room before I actually reach out and touch you. Just a light touch as my hand reaches around from behind to gently rest on your chest.
You act instinctively. Your body tensed against the interruption you weren't expecting. You grip the wrist in front of you tightly and jerk up out of your chair. Using my arm you shove me against the nearest wall. I open my mouth to explain, to calm you. But before I get the chance, your mouth crushes mine under it.
Your hand moves from my wrist to the side of my waist, clinging and desperate with need. It moves up my body, slightly skimming the outside of my tender breast until it reaches my neck and roughly, you tilt my head back until it meets the angle you want.
Your lips scorch their way across my jaw, the rough feel of your stubble only intensifying the burn as each kiss, each lash of your tongue engulfs my skin in naked flame.
Your name escapes my lips in a soft, yearning moan and my fingers reach up to grip the sides of your head as your lips and teeth continue to explore my neck. My head whirls and I feel my heart race and the muscles in my pussy clench as each of your touches sparks a new flame.
Your chuckle comes out like a growl "Your pulse is racing, it seems someone is getting a little excited"
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head, not in denial but to clear it. You misunderstand the motion.
"No? Is that a fact. Well let's just test that claim shall we?"
You lips go back to my throat but your hand releases it as I feel it instead fall to the waistband of my jeans. You make quick work of the button and zip there and then, your hand is inside. I moan and my back arches off the wall as your fingers find my very wet, very ready little slit.
Our moans mingle in the air as you slide one finger slowly inside. It seems to take a life time for it to be buried all the way in and before it gets there, you stop suddenly. I whimper and arch my back further, my hips straining to meet your hand.
You chuckle darkly again "Now tell me sweetheart, tell me you're not aroused. Tell me you don't just want me to rip these pants off you and fuck you right NOW"
As you growl the word "now" your hand pounds against my pussy, your finger driving all the way in and curling inside until my nails are raking against your flesh desperately.
You pull your fingers out of my sensitive, slippery slit and slowly your hands reach my face again, the smell thick in the air around my head. You put your fingers to my lips and obediently, I open my mouth. Your fingers slide inside and I look directly into your eyes as i caress and massage them, cleaning them of every last little drop.
Smiling in approval you slowly stroke my cheek before leading me to your bed. I scramble back and prop myself up on my elbows, watching you intently. You remove your watch, tossing it lightly on the nightstand. Watching my eyes you undo your jeans, pull them to the floor, and, fascinated, I watch their decent. Your cock is already hard and straining against your blue boxer shorts. You yank the shirt up over your head and all I can do is stare at you, stood there almost naked in front of me. My mouth runs dry and I grasp the coverlet tightly in my fists.
You watch my body language grow tenser with each passing heartbeat and a grin spreads across your face. I crawl to the edge of the bed and still holding your eyes with mine I peel your boxer shorts down. My mouth waters when I finally get my first glimpse of your cock and my tongue yearns to taste it. I look up at you to find you staring intently at me. The question in my eyes is completely transparent and you chuckle darkly once.
You let out a mock sigh "Does Kitten want to play? Ok then, on your back pretty Kitten"
Happily scrambling to obey I flip over onto my back and squirm my body down the bed until my head lols over the side of it. You let out an amused chuckle at my eagerness and run your fingertips lightly over my lips avoiding my attempts to suck them inside my mouth. You take your cock tightly in your fist and run it's pre-cum slickened head over my puckered pink lips coating and moisturising them. I snake my tongue out and flick it gently against the soft, steely flesh I love so much. My neck arches as I try to draw your cock into my mouth. You grin and pull it back half an inch to put it just out of my reach. I whine softly and look up into your eyes, using mine to plead.
Your grin spreads wider as you watch me desperately try to get closer, while you move back slowly, still denying me what you know I need.