A Pleasure Shared

My intent had been to sneak upstairs and surprise you. I'd very carefully let myself in, removed my shoes, and tiptoed upstairs. I'd expected to find you in your office, but it was empty, apart from a cat sprawled across the papers on your desk. As I hadn't seen you downstairs, I wondered if maybe you'd gone out. I started to retrace my steps, planning to leave you a note before heading home. That's when I heard a noise coming from your bedroom. It sounded like the hum of a muffled electric toothbrush, and for a moment I was a little disoriented. Then I heard you moan, and I realized that was no toothbrush.

I felt my heart race a little, and my cock start to stiffen. When I think about you and masturbate, the thought of you pleasuring yourself for me is one of my favorite go to fantasies. I went to put my ear against the door, so that I could better hear you, not realizing that it wasn't closed properly. As my hand touched the door, it swung silently open. I expected you to hear me and be startled, but you were clearly lost in the moment.

The vision that awaited me triggered a sharp intake of breath, and I managed to repress the involuntary sneeze that so often accompanies surprises of a sexual nature. You were in what looked to be a yoga pose, sitting up and leaning back into a pile of pillows, with the soles of your feet pressed together, and your knees wide apart. Your nightdress was rucked up over your hips, and as my eyes followed the lines of your legs to your glistening cunt, I confirmed the source of the buzzing that had caught my attention. Your right hand held your vibrator, which you were slowly tracing backwards and forwards along the length of your pussy lips, occasionally pushing into you just a little, before pressing against your engorged clit. Your eyes were closed tight, and a beatific smile danced across your face. I watched your nostrils flare a little, as you mashed the vibrator against your slippery cunt, changing the timbre of its buzzing.

Like a bee being drawn to the proverbial honey pot, the sight and scent of your sex drew me towards you. Slowly but steadily, I inched my way across the room, never taking my eyes off you. My breathing had found and was matching yours, and my heart was racing. As I got closer, I could see the slippery slickness of your pussy lips, and just how swollen they were. My cock pulsed at the thought of fucking you, of it being my cock that was teasing your cunt, rather than your vibrator.

I don't know how many minutes I stood there, watching you. I've always been aware of my voyeuristic tendencies, and now, as I drank in your wanton self-pleasuring, I found myself totally transfixed. My cock was aching to be released, to be held, to be wanked, but I didn't want to risk destroying the moment. This was too good to risk ending too soon. I wanted to take all of it in, all of you in, because I would be reliving this over and over again, matching my orgasm to the one that you were about to have.

Finally, it all got too much for me, and I slowly extended my hand, until it was resting on the back of yours. You paused, but didn't flinch. Slowly, you slid your left hand down your body, placing it on top of mine, and then intertwined your fingers with mine. Moving the vibrator to a different angle, my hand was cupping your pussy, and I felt you pushing my hand deeper into your slick juices. I sensed that you were looking at me, and looked up to see you smiling. "What kept you so long," you said, and I realized that you'd known that I'd been there all along, and had been putting on a command performance for me. You really do know exactly what I like.

"Sit here beside me," you said. I started to clamber onto the bed beside you, but you held up your hand for me to stop. "Aren't you make yourself comfortable first? It looks like you need to get out of those tight clothes, before they cut off your circulation". I followed your eyes, and saw that you were staring at the uncomfortable bulge in my pants. "You do have a point," I said, as I hurriedly stripped off my clothing, and slid onto the bed. "Yes, we both do, don't we?" you quipped, as you took in my raging erection. "Here, let me see if I can help you with that," you added.

As I settled back into the pillows that you'd thoughtfully placed behind my back, you first knelt, and then straddled me. My cock twitched like a diving rod, as your pussy lips brushed against me. I thought that you were going to impale yourself on me, but instead, you teased me with your dripping cunt. If I tried to raise my hips to enter you, you matched my move by lifting yourself higher. "I want you to watch me," you said, and returned to stroking your clit with your vibrator. I could sense just how much you were enjoying teasing me, and I resigned myself to my sweet fate.

If you could keep me on the edge, I would do the same to you, I decided. Taking hold of your shoulders, I pulled you down to kiss me, and as I sucked on your lower lip, I let my fingernails rake down your back, starting at your shoulders, and slowly working to meet at the bottom of your spine. I liked the thought of the raised weals that would leave. I liked the thought of marking you as mine, and hearing the groan that came deep from within your chest, I figured that you liked the idea of that, too.

Moving my hands to your hips, I pulled you down onto me, as I lifted up my hips to penetrate you. I felt the head of my cock slipping inside you, and we both paused to savor the moment. Then, taking my hand from your hip, and moving to cup and lift and squeeze your breast, my mouth clamped onto, and I started to suckle on you, gently at first, but then more hungrily. You suddenly drove yourself down onto my cock, in a way that made us both gasp. I felt the head of my cock bump against your cervix, and then I felt you squeezing me tightly, as if to milk me with your cunt.

There will be times for long, languorous bouts of lovemaking, but this wasn't to be one of them. This was a time for frantic and frenzied fucking, and we both rose to the challenge. As you started to slide up and down my cock, your vibrator was seemingly glued to your clit. Feeling that indirect vibration through the walls of your cunt was exquisite, and I felt my orgasm welling up inside me. Greedily switching to your other breast, my mouth was so hungry for you. I was alternatively nipping and sucking at your nipple. I always like the way that our bodies are marked by our passion, when we fuck like this... every scratch, every bite, and every bruise acknowledging the breadth of our animalistic, primal hunger and passion.

"I'm cumming," I gasped, as I pulled and pushed your hips, increasing the force with which your pussy was slapping against me, and the pace at which you were fucking my cock. "Me too," you screamed, and with that, we exploded in unison. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, F-U-C-K'. I was literally seeing stars as I came violently.

Holding each other tight, I stayed inside you until my cock finally subsided. Slipping out of you, I pulled you down to me, so that we could snuggle together, our arms and legs intertwined. The sleep of the sexually satiated came quickly to both of us, but not before we kissed gently, exchanging words of love and devotion.