I'm working late on my computer again. I glance at the clock and yawn. It's past two thirty, but I can go to three without losing too much sleep. I start typing once more. This story isn't going to write itself. Sometimes I hate my job, but being my own boss makes up for it. And working at home too. I smile as I hear the footsteps come up behind me. I feel her arms wrap around me and her lips brush against my cheek.
"Come to bed, honey. I'm getting cold." I can hear her grin as her hand slowly slides down my chest and starts stroking the front of my shorts. I moan as I feel my cock getting hard. She starts kissing my neck, lightly, and nuzzles into my shoulder. I turn to her and kiss her on the lips, just a light passionate kiss, always leaves her wanting more. She bites her lip in frustration as I pull away, and my cock gets a little squeeze for my efforts. I stand up and turn around, my shorts tented from my erection. She's wearing my favorite shirt, the black one with the gray trim, and nothing else. It's just barely long enough to cover her crotch, so I can't tell if she's wearing anything underneath, so she likes to wear it when she's horny. I wrap my arms around her, feeling my cock grinding against her stomach.
We kiss. More passion this time, biting each others lips, just the way we both love. I reach down and pick her up, careful not to lift the shirt too much, so as not to ruin the surprise. She giggles as I carry her to our bed and gently lay her down. I stare into her eyes and drink in her lust, her passion, her love. I lie down next to her and kiss her deeply. I bring my hand up to her breast and lightly stroke the material of the shirt above the nipple. It's already hard, but I play with it anyways. Stroking and pulling on it, pinching it just to hear her moan. I love to hear her moan. She starts to bite her lip again, a tell tale sign that she wants some more attention. I laugh, she always makes me smile. I tease her nipples just a little longer, tweaking and twisting, and biting her neck just to hear the gasps. Finally I can stand it no longer, and let my hand slide down her belly, edging closer and closer to the bottom of the shirt. I give her a broad smile as she smirks up at me. No underwear tonight.
"Play with my pussy, baby. Please?" Just hearing her say that sends shivers up my spine. I love it when she says 'pussy' or 'cock'. She's the one that got me into saying them. I used to be rather shy when it came to talking about sex. She fixed that.
I give her another small kiss and decide to oblige her request. I run my fingers through the soft hair above her crotch. She likes to shave it bald, which is just fine with me, but frequently lets it grow out before shaving it again. I love it when it's this long, it's soft and downy, but not too long to seem unkempt. She's rather sparse in that area anyways and even when grown out it just barely covers her crotch, instead of being all over the place like some girls. I let my fingers trail along the inside of her legs, barely brushing against her crotch. I love to tease her, to build up slowly. I trace around the lips, brushing my fingertips across her skin, not quite touching, but enough so she can feel the light contact. I brush my thumb across her clit and she pulls me into her, biting my neck hard. I almost lose myself and plunge a finger into her. Almost. I manage to hold back however, longing to keep up this pleasurable torture.