I'm lying on my stomach on my bed reading a book, propped on my elbows, with my knees bent and feet dangling in the air. I'm wearing a tiny tank top, my short black skirt, and my thigh high stockings, with no panties on. The fact that I'm not wearing panties is my secret and therefore an incredible turn on, leaving my pussy dripping wet and slippery between my legs. You've left the room to get a glass of water, which allows me to become distracted from my reading by my own naughty daydreams, which involve you snatching my book out of my hands and bending me into compromising positions, but I drift back into the present by the door of my room opening as you return.
My head is facing the wall opposite to the door, so I can't see you walking in, but I hear the small sounds you make as you close the door, set your glass down, and take your shoes off.
"What are you reading?" you ask, lowering yourself onto the bed to lie beside me.
"Lovecraft," I reply, not looking up from my reading. You kiss me softly on the cheek, pulling my long, dark hair from my face, and internally I register how hot you are, and how horny I am. I briefly imagine your big, hard cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I make it a point to appear normal.
"Is it good?" you ask, kissing me on my ear, the back of my neck, and slowly moving your hand from my shoulders to my ass, tapping it playfully.
"Mmmm hmmm..." I murmur, trying to concentrate on my book as your hand gently lifts my skirt up to reveal my bare ass. You let out a small moan of delight at the sight of it, and your hands begin to make their way over my ass cheeks, quietly massaging them, spreading them, and giving them small slaps and spanks. My book is still open, and although I've long since abandoned my actual reading, for some reason I'm still pretending to be engrossed in HP. However, I can't keep my knees from slowly spreading, inch by inch, as you continue to run your hands over my ass, giving it tiny nibbles and kisses, your breathing slow and heavy.
My legs are now spread wide, and my ass has gotten a thorough rub down. My pussy is aching to be touched, but you seem to be avoiding that area as much as I've avoided putting my book down. Still, you've pulled my shirt up and over my tits, and you're bent over me, kissing my back, hands massaging my breasts with heavy strokes, flicking my nipples lightly before twisting them hard, just the way I like it. I can feel you grinding your cock against my ass through your pants, and I want desperately for you to be inside me. "Oh..." I whimper, my book now tossed to the side, "Fuck me..."
"I thought you were still reading?" you retort as you reach forward and grab my head, twisting my face around so we can kiss, tongues flicking and sucking violently. With a slight growl you put both hands on either side of my hips and pull my ass up in the air, smacking it hard. I let out a moan of longing.