No Names Necessary

This story is probably the shortest that I have ever submitted on Literotica, and it is definitely the first that I have placed into the Erotic Couplings category, so I'm interested to see who fans of that genre view my writing.

This is an entry into the 2020 Valentine's Day contest, so your votes and feedback are greatly appreciated.

Please enjoy.

No Names Necessary

"Fucking engineers," he muttered as he shut the front door with a bang. He walked into the apartment and tossed his jacket on a chair. She looked up at him with a smile.

She was curled up on the couch with a paperback book, dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties, with pink socks on her feet. He loosened his tie as he glanced at her without much interest.

"What are you doing here?" he asked brusquely.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making the retort that sprang to mind. He got like this sometimes. No point in making it worse.

"Waiting for you," she finally answered, attempting to keep her voice as calm as possible.

"What's that smell?" he asked suddenly, glancing around. "You cooking?"

"It's beef stew," she replied. "I am good for more than just... you know."

He seemed to relax as he pulled the loosened tie off. "Yes," he agreed, his tone of voice somewhat softer, "I do know."

"Here, let me help you," she offered as he started on the buttons of his pale-blue Oxford shirt.

Setting the book aside, she walked over to him, took the tie out of his hand, set it with his jacket, and then stooped down to help him out of his shoes. Then, she stood up and started on the buttons of the shirt, gently brushing his hands aside.

With each button she undid, her hand slipped into his shirt and caressed the warm skin of his chest. Finally, she tugged the tails out and put her arms around him, inside the shirt, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. He dropped a kiss on top of her head, a display of gentle affection that surprised her. She knew that he was passionate; knew that he was a magnificent sexual entity, but even after all this time, his little gestures of affection still took her unawares. Like the time he sent her flowers for, apparently, no reason at all.

She kissed his chest and inhaled the musky fragrance of his skin, her senses reeling. Then her fingers slid down his body to the top of his pants and she quickly undid the button but had a bit more trouble getting the zipper down. He already had an erection, bulging and placing pressure on his fly from the inside.

She grabbed the top of his pants and his boxer shorts all at once, and then just slid them down. His lovely stiff member was right in her face as she did it. She paused, hands still on the pants which were now around his ankles, gave his cock a kiss, and was rewarded with an involuntary groan from deep within him.

"I never knew my shirt could look so good," he commented, touching the fabric of the t-shirt she had on.

"Well, it would look better on the floor," she answered with a smile and lifted her arms as she rose. He took the hint immediately and pulled the t-shirt over her head, tossing it aside. His left hand went immediately to cup one of her full breasts. The other arm went around her waist, pulling her close to his own body.

"Yes, I see that it does look better over there on the floor," he murmured huskily, his hand still massaging her breast erotically. "You haven't laid out in the sun for months, yet your tan lines are still as much of a turn-on as ever."

She sighed and leaned against him. Her knees were getting weak, and when he brushed her hair aside while lowering his head to kiss her neck, she let her head roll to the side, giving him full access to her tender flesh.

His teeth and lips played with her skin, sending delicious shivers of arousal through her body. His hand played with her breast, his fingers gently pinching her hard nipple.

"Ohhhh, yes," she sighed.

He kicked his clothes off from around his ankles before looking at her with his intense, dark eyes, and she felt a shiver of anticipation. Wordlessly, he extended his hand to her. She willingly put her hand in his and let him lead her to the bedroom.

The bed was unmade. She hadn't gotten out of it very long ago, and she rarely bothered to make any bed, her own or someone else's. So, the sheets were rumpled and mussed and the pillows lay askew. She started to lay down, but he stopped her and tugged at her panties. She laughed at his eagerness but wiggled her hips to make the cotton underwear slide down. She stepped out of them and got onto the bed, spreading out on her back.

He was on the bed with her within seconds, his hands all over her, his mouth setting her on fire with nibbles and kisses on her flesh. When he kissed her mouth, she hungrily returned his kiss. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth, and then thrust her tongue into his, rubbing against his sweet tongue, then the roof of his mouth. She caught his tongue and gently sucked it.

Oh, but his hands were driving her crazy. His fingers were teasing her pussy now, just playing with the hair on her lips. She wiggled her hips in frustration and he slid his fingers into her wetness, stroking her hard clit. She moaned and whimpered, kissing him with more abandon, her hand sliding down to find the rigid cock that was rubbing her leg.

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and she sighed with pleasure. In response, he slid two fingers into her hot sheath, still rubbing her clit with his thumb, making her squirm and whisper her usual nonsense, "Oh, yes, yes, oh, that's so good. Oh, more, MORE." He groaned aloud when he felt her tighten around his fingers, her juices gushing onto his hand, her back arching as she gasped for air and tossed her head in the throes of orgasmic bliss.

She was scarcely finished when he withdrew his fingers, making her whimper a complaint.

"I want to eat your pussy," he murmured huskily. "Turn around."

She groaned and moved aside so that he could position himself on his back, arms outstretched as he waited for her to climb onto his body. But when she did his hands were on the cheeks of her ass, one thumb caressing her hole gently, his tongue buried in the sleek folds of her very wet pussy. His hard cock was in her face. She grabbed it with her hand and kissed it, and then ran her tongue around the head of it, her other hand caressing his balls. She pumped her pussy against his face as she pulled the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked it, her tongue rubbing around the head of it, her hand pumping him as she sucked. His tongue moved to her clit. She shuddered from her pleasure and sucked harder.

His mouth was driving her crazy, and she whimpered and squirmed against him as his fingers slid into her, and then one finger poked gently at her ass, sending little thrills through her. The more he pleasured her, the more she wanted to please him, using her hands and her mouth to do it.

She came again, and again, spreading her juices all over his face and his fingers, tasting his salty pre-come on her tongue as she sucked him. Finally, she couldn't take any more. She simply had to get that nice, fat cock where it would do the most good.

She lifted her head, gasping for air. She was coming again, and when she got her breath she managed to pant, "Please, baby...I need it...I need to fuck you...NOW."

"Hop on," he replied, after giving her pussy one final swipe with his tongue. "Go for it."

She didn't need to be told twice. Just as soon as she could turn around and straddle his hips, she had that big, hard cock in her pussy, buried as deep as it would go. She sat upright and started to sway her hips, groaning and mumbling nonsensible words, then telling him how good it was, how much she loved having that cock inside her like this. His hands were on her breasts, massaging and caressing, and she put her own hands on his and rode him slowly, her first orgasm building very gradually. She could feel it, her pussy getting tighter and tighter as she got more and more excited and aroused.

"Ahhh....you feel it?" she asked him, her voice husky with passion. He only nodded, but he started to move his hips, and she cried out, riding him a bit faster, her climax overtaking her at last, squeezing the hell out of him, she knew.

She fell forward, her breasts rubbing on his chest, weight on her hands, and started rocking in earnest. She came again, and he groaned as she did. The sound of the passion in his deep voice made her come again almost immediately, and the gyrations of his hips drove her over the top once more.

He sat up, his cock still inside her, his hands around her waist, and rather neatly twisted his body so that her legs were wrapped around his waist, with her body held between his own legs. It was a precarious position, but so incredibly good. His cock was so deep inside her, and they were rocking back and forth, needing each other for balance and support. Her nails dug into his flesh; not too hard she hoped as she came again, and in just a second his fingers also grasped her flesh, and he groaned. His body shuddered with pleasure as he spent himself into her body. For several seconds, she could feel his cock jerking rhythmically inside of her.

Finally, exhausted and sated, he lay back on the bed and she rolled aside, cuddling up against him, her head nestled on his shoulder. She threw one leg across his thighs for added contact and was very pleased when he put his arm around her and held her close. His heart was still beating hard as they lay there together, catching their breath, enjoying the post-coital afterglow.

Eventually, she disengaged herself enough to look into his face, into his lovingly dark eyes.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she said softly.