Richard and I had been seeing each other for a few months now; we had been friends for years and had been having fabulous sex for almost as long. Though our friendship had been strained at times because we simply couldn't help fucking each other whenever we got together. After we both got out of relationships we had been in, we decided to officially let our passion run its course for a while. We knew getting into the relationship it was based on a great friendship and pure sex and that was great, because we were two people who loved sex. There was no illusion of it being anything more than a great run of fun.
He moved in with me almost immediately after we started seeing each other, just made more sense since we were together all the time anyways. We both worked during the week and had weekends off, making those the best days of the week. A typical weekend started Friday night with me making dinner. This weekend ended up being nowhere near normal.
Friday I cooked dinner like usual. After we had enjoyed a nice meal, we spent some quality time on the sofa watching TV, like always, we were entwined, lying on the same sofa. He would let his hands wander along my body, just enough to make me wish it was going to turn in to more but always stopping just short. Right hand making its way across the upper region of my stomach just below my breasts, touching only as far as the crease below my tits and my breastbone between them. Left hand running across the lower half of my tummy right along the edge of my pants, some times in my pants, in my panties, stopping right above the light patch of hair. I roll my body against him slowly knowing he's going to be hard already. I feel his dick press up against my ass. I wonder once again how anyone can make me feel so great without really doing anything. We stay like this for a few dramas, before I twist my head up next to his lips almost touching, waiting for him to kiss me. Fortunately I don't have long to wait he presses his lips to mine, and snakes his tongue between my lips, exploring every reach of my mouth, twining his tongue around mine, nibbling gently on my lower lip. I turn over pressing even closer against him, letting our legs entwine, feeling his dick hard against my cunt. He breaks our kiss, takes my chin in his hand, kisses me on the forehead and says, "Suck my dick." I grin as I slide down to the floor as he sits up and pulls his dick out of his pants.
I don't know why but I love when a guy tells me to suck his dick, I get little chills of happiness down my spine. He slides forward on the sofa and I take his dick into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the head, before taking him all the way down my throat. I slide up and down his cock trailing my tongue along the under side, several times before pulling off to flick my tongue along the head and start swirling circles around it this time taking more in, still twirling along his shaft. We stay like this for a while, before he places his hand at the base of my neck "Come here." I slid my mouth off his dick letting it go with a pop as I stand up, before straddling his lap. It is then that I realize he has the blinds wide open (we live in a ground floor apartment). As he kisses me again, I wonder how many people saw me sucking his dick in the living room.
"What do you want?" He asks me this all the time even though the response is always the same.