Huge, sparkling snowflakes poured down from the clouds signaling the start of this winter's first true snowstorm. I planned on having a silly little night-in--watching a smutty movie and letting my mind wander. Like I said, that was the plan.
A little while into the film, however, I realized the protagonist's quippy retorts to her love interest's teasing tones were a kind of flirting I was far too familiar with. Negging as a form of courtship always gets me hot and bothered and as the movie progressed, I found that more than my mind was wandering. My hands began to travel down towards my lap and I rubbed my thighs together, trying to create sweet friction. As the two main characters bantered with each other, tensions rising, I realized that I'd gotten myself worked up into a horny mess.
With a sigh of frustration and the telltale drip of wetness down my legs, I realized that tonight was not going to be the relaxing night that I was initially anticipating. I desperately needed to be touched and doing it myself was simply not going to cut it.
Although it was frigid outside, I ignored the weather and slid into my favorite little black dress, pairing it with some ultra-sheer tights that let my fresh thigh tattoo peek out. Completing the look with some combat boots, hoop earrings, and a leather jacket, I felt like a dime leaving my apartment.
Thank goodness it was only a tiny trek through the snow to my neighborhood bar as the glimmering string of rainbow fairy lights welcomed me into the warmth of my favorite establishment. I quickly scanned the room, my heart fluttering when I realized he was here. The entire reason for me braving the storm was standing right behind the bar and grinning at me from ear to ear. To be fair, I knew he would be here. There may be a blizzard going on, but it was a Friday night and as the bar manager, this was his usual shift.
Galavanting up to him I teased, "Fancy seeing you here," with a twinkle in my eye and a light blush spreading across my cheeks. Although we'd been sleeping together for quite some time, our yearning for each other never seemed to cease. When I wasn't touching him, I felt a magnetic attraction pulling me towards him and when I was touching him, I simply needed to be closer. It's like an invisible cord connects the two of us, forever drawing us together.
I reached out my hand to him and as we quickly interlocked fingers, I felt that same sense of desire that always builds up in me with him. I don't think it would matter if we touched a million times, the sense of prickling heat flooding through me never gets old. "Later, let's do this again later," I whisper in his ear.
And like that, a few hours later I was back home and he was closing the bar. While waiting for him to finish closing, I changed my outfit into something more appropriate to host an overnight guest. Next, I touched up my makeup and fluffed up my bangs to give off that intentionally disheveled look.
Not a moment too soon, I received a ping from my phone alerting me that he was at my door. I slinked downstairs in my silk pajamas and opened my front door to discover him bundled up with fat snowflakes glistening from his ginger beard. I giggled to myself and scooped up his hand in mine, leading him up my stairs as I swayed my hips side to side with each step.
As soon as we entered my dimly lit apartment, the pink glow from my sunset lamp filled the room and all felt right in the world. We stand there gazing into each other's eyes before he raises his hand to my face and brushes his thumb across my cheekbone, leaving a trail of pleasant electricity in its wake. Leaning down to me, our lips meet and burning warmth emanates from where they touch.
"I missed you," he earnestly mutters under his breath so low that it's hard for me to decipher if that's what he truly said.
He then continues to plant kisses on me, our lips interlocking as I briefly swipe my tongue along his bottom lip. A shiver runs through his body and he uses his head to nuzzle mine to the side, gaining access to my neck. His lips gradually move to the base of my right ear as he takes the lobe in his mouth and sucks. A low moan emits from my mouth and he hums in approval.
I can feel my insides start to churn as his fingertips trace the hem of my pajama shirt, pushing it up to reveal the latest addition to my lingerie collection. My two breasts swell, barely contained by the pale white bra covered in bow appliqués. As soon as he sees what lies underneath my shirt, he shudders and groans, "God you are so unbelievably hot and you always wear the most spectacular sets."
"Well you know I love a cute little outfit," I giggle.
"It's more than that, you know what those sets do to me," he sighs, "and as much as I love looking at that set on, I think I'd far prefer my view with that bra and panties off."
In one swift motion, he flicks his wrist and undoes my bra exposing my pert nipples to the crackling night air. His mouth then makes a beeline for my unpierced nipple on the left side. His tongue twirls around the tip and flicks back and forth, gradually building my desire. Next, he moves onto my pierced nipple, gently sucking it to the sound of my gasping for air. My god that feels good--and it doesn't stop. He continues licking and swirling until my cries for more are finally heeded.
Trailing downward from my breasts, he steals a few bites along my torso, sending a shiver through my body. He continues his neat nips, this time peppering my inner thighs with what will turn out to be bruises tomorrow. I begin to grow wetter and wetter as I feel his fingers graze my lace thong. Adeptly, he pulls one of the bows holding the sides of my panties together so the garment comes unfurled, leaving me bare and wanton.
As a deep exhale, he bends down on his knees and scoots me right to the edge of the bed--my legs dangling down and straddling his head. Now with an inhale, he brings his head down and takes one tantalizingly slow lick from the bottom of my slit to my clit, sending electric currents vibrating through my body.
He continues this motion up and down my core with his tongue completely flat--making contact with every bit of me. This leisurely assault on my senses works me up so much that I grasp at the sheets, grasp at the pillow, then desperately grasp at his hands, finally finding purchase and sinking my nails into him. My digging fingertips encourage him to add a few flicks of my clit each time he makes contact with it. I beg him to please give me more--more speed, more touch, more pleasure, more anything.
Suddenly he obliges and begins sucking my clit as he laps his tongue in circles rapidly. I feel the hottest tension beginning to build in my center at a steady pace and I beg with him not to stop. I plead with him to keep doing exactly what he's doing. Moments later white a white flash, my back arches as I cum, muscles tightening in rapid succession. Sweet release floods my body. As I shudder, he languidly licks my core a few more times, easing me into my orgasmic afterglow.
After what could have been moments or millennia, he rises from his kneeling position and I slither off of the edge of the bed, now on my knees as he stands before me. Although I love it when the attention is on me, nothing makes me happier than performing for him--trying so desperately to make him feel even a fraction as good as he makes me feel.
I tug at his belt silently indicating that I would like him right now, but with so many fewer clothes on. Wordlessly he shoves his pants and boxer briefs to the floor releasing his thick, hard cock from its confinement, making my mouth water in anticipation. Tenderly, I begin by brushing my hands over his bare feet, then grasping his legs as I grace his inner thighs with a smattering of kisses. Every so often I break up the pecks with a strong suck of my mouth near the base of his cock and I'm rewarded with a sharp inhale and a twitch of his member. Next, I lick where I just sucked, following the slight twinge of pain with the gentle soothing of pleasure.
This time, my tongue continues on its journey from his apex to the underside of his balls. Here I tickle each of them in tandem and then shift to the base of his shaft. I painstakingly slowly lick the underside of his cock while making eye contact with him, gazing up from under my lashes. I then treat each side of his shaft in the same manner as he closes his eyes in sustained desire.
