Desperation On A Workday

I was working on the laptop in the living when she plopped on the couch next to me pulling her feet under her. Her bare knee was next to me so I placed my hand warmly over her skin while I scrolled through the last chapter I'd written.

"Whatcha doing?" She leaned into my screen to read over my shoulder.

"Trying to write a war scene...I'm focusing on the feeling of chaos and sort of, dissociation in the moment. Also some idea of the immorality of taking a life."

"Hmm..." she hummed absently putting her hands over mine. "How far along are you?"

"About a third of the way. There's some plot points I wanna hit in this scene but I don't wanna force it, you know?"

"Mhmm." She assented. Her hands moving over mine absently.

"I think I've got the voice down but--" my hand jerked in her lap, now realizing she was bringing it to her center. I glanced quickly up at her face and it was hotly looking down in her lap. She dragged my hand to the warm seam of her shorts and I squeezed her center. She let out a whimper and finally looked at me, biting her lip. I felt like with the tilt of an eyebrow and cock of her head, she could potentially coerce me into anything at all. "Fuck."

She grinned at me and ran her hand over my stomach to grip my hip. I pushed the small couch table away that held my laptop and pushed her into the cushions on the far end of the couch.

"So it's like that?" I smirked down at her.

"It kind of hurts..." she said quietly. My face dropped immediately.

I looked down her body and into her eyes. I tried to hover a little more over her just in case it was my weight. "What? What hurts? Are you sore from last night?" I had been a tiny bit overzealous using Pierce (Pierce Brosnan is our strap) last night but it wasn't any different than what we normally did...I thought...

"No...more like I need you..." she toyed with the sleeve of my long tee. I raised my eyebrows at her words.

"Are you...aching for me?" I licked her neck and breathed hotly over her. My eyes were as wide as can be, unbelieving my life could be better than the poorly-made porn I grew up watching.

"Ugh...yes. I think I need to come."

"I can definitely help you there." I licked over the shell of her ear and dropped down on the length of her body. I quickly stripped her of her shirt, groping and licking her breast as I went. I ran my hand down her ass, gripping tightly and pushing her hips into me. She cried out and jerked wildly as I made brief contact with her center. I tore her underwear down and pulled it as far down her legs as I could. Our couch was gratuitously long and I tracked my mouth down her jaw, over her collarbone, sucked a nipple harshly, and settled on her lower torso. I absolutely loved it when she played with me here so I imagined it could be a hot zone for her too. I gripped the sides of her belly harshly and kissed chastely around her bellybutton and ribs. She jolted but also moaned, so I assumed she was more turned on than ticklish. I licked tentatively around her bellybutton and her hips jolted up into my stomach. I was rubbing harsh circles into her sides while I sucked and licked alternately. It seemed like hips were especially sensitive. For me, too, and I was delighted.

"Mor, please! I can't anymore! Do something." She whined pathetically. I felt guilty spending so much time on her hot skin now, knowing she'd come for me for her release.

"Ok, I got you, baby." As I trailed down to her center. "You can come and then I'll take my time after, okay?" I immediately attached my tongue to her clit. Rubbing the length of it firmly. She gripped my head with both hands and cried out one long whine.

"YES! That's--oh fuck!" She started writhing her hips and although it made it more difficult to keep the rhythm, I preferred when she was loud and squirmy under my mouth and hands. My goal was always to keep her guessing and to have her lose complete control. If she didn't shake with pleasure then I would keep going until she did eventually. I rubbed the flat of my tongue over her clit again and again to bring her some relief. After a while I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked over it with my tongue. Her hips jerked violently and she gasped. HOT...

"Mor! Right there! Can you go inside too?"

"Magic word."

"Fuck you!"

"Nope!"

"Ughhh. Please! Use your fingers now!"

I chuckled and thrust two fingers inside her warmth while still sucking on her clit in slow pulses. Her writhing hips grew more powerful and I shifted my elbows to accommodate her movement, even helping her to rise up and down in a sensuous rhythm. I was alternating the angle of my fingers, keeping them straight at one point and curving to hug her front walls a little later. I was perfectly capable in having her come in 6, 7 minutes but I wanted her to feel good for longer. It was still relief, just a little harder. She was squeezing her breasts now, then suddenly gripping the side of the couch. I used a hand to press down on her clit and strum. Adding another finger and pressing both into each other in the same rhythm. Back and forth clamping her center between my hands. She gyrated with me and groaned in time. Her juices flooded out and she cried out. The familiar flutters didn't squeeze my fingers though so I kept going now wetter than ever and I made space between my fingers to suck her clit into my mouth again. She gripped my head and bucked harder into me. Finally, she seized under me with a half cry. Her aftershocks were never ending and I kept thrusting shallowly and moving my hand over her clit. I let go of her clit once she relaxed but kept pushing three fingers in and out, touching all possible sides of her warm depths. The squelch alone was so satisfying.

"Shit...you squirted..."

"Mor...oh fuck...we should have--ah--put down a towel."

"Well, I didn't know you were gonna do that was I?"

"This is like the third time you did it!"

"I did it??" I countered incredulously. She smirked in between pants.

"Well you made me...so yeah...your fault."

"I'll remember next time." I smirked back with a wink. I hovered over her face and she blearily looked down at my mouth. She pulled me down to her lips, possessively, and licked the juices around my mouth and chin. I thrust harder at that, rolling my hips. She gasped and met her hips with mine, locking her feet on my thighs. I set a slow rhythm and kissed her, my tongue caressing and flicking her lips now and then. I was lightheaded and it was my turn to be painfully aroused. My fingers were getting pruney but that probably added to the friction inside her anyway. I flicked my thumb awkwardly and every time it made contact with her clit, she jolted, almost dislodging my fingers. She looked down our bodies, sharply, then looked in my eyes. She had her eyebrows pinched together and bit her lip. I took over that job and bit her bottom lip for her, then nipping her jaw, and then her neck. "You're so close, baby." She nodded quickly. "You're so sexy, just coming all over my fingers like that. Fuck...you're perfect. Please baby, come for me."

"Say it!" She gasped out. Her body was rolling in perfect arousal and her walls were contracting in near release. I internally groaned at her neediness. I wanted to give her what she wanted but I still wasn't comfortable with that particular...dynamic. We hadn't discussed it since she said it a week or two ago and although it was hot in the moment, I was still cringing a bit, unused to the word. I pulled back and increased the pace of my hand fucking her. Well, she likes it...so I'd suck it up and do it for her. I'd do almost anything to make her feel good and now wasn't the time to discuss gender and sexual dynamics or whatever other shit this is wrapped up in. So I steeled myself and feigned a confidence I don't have.

"Are you ready, baby girl?" I panted out, sucking on her neck and soothing it over. I was humping into her and focusing really hard to keep her escalating.

"Yes! I want to come!"

"Come now. Come for Daddy." I spoke near her ear roughly. She gasped and bucked into me. She grabbed my back and dug her nails into my shoulder blades. Her legs trembled against my thighs, arousal coating my fingers as she orgasmed again. I cupped her front and slid back and forth slowly, bringing her down from her high. Her legs slowly unlocked and flopped down into the couch. I absolutely loved the twitching after an orgasm and grinned at the jolts of pleasure afterwards. I dug my fingers into her scalp and massaged her head, at times caressing the line of hair while she recovered.

"How do you feel, darling?"

"Fantastic!" Her eyes were closed and I giggled. I leaned back and slapped her thighs lightly. "Mor? Can you go get the strap?"

"Really? I asked excitedly." She hummed in response, running her hands over the outside of my thighs. Her eyes locked onto mine and I was afraid to catch fire. They were dancing dangerously and she raised one delicate eyebrow.

"One more time...then I'll rock your world." I groaned and squeezed her breasts firmly before vaulting off her and rushing to the bedroom.

"Fuck yeah!" I could hear her chuckle as I ran to get Pierce. In record time I was tightening the harness as she traipsed in to stand between me and the foot of the bed. She took the dildo from me and strapped it in, pushing with more force than necessary into my clit. I whimpered. She looked at me and held a hand out wordlessly. I scrambled to get the top off the lube and squirt some in her hand. She smirked as she slowly coated the cock. With her other hand she guided me down into the foot of the bed with my feet on the rug. She straddled me and started grinding on my tummy while she kissed me. She tossed her red wavy hair over one shoulder like EVERY FUCKING teenage wet dream I have ever had and her smile knew she had me in the palm of her hand. She inhaled sharply when her lips met mine and she held her mouth over mine for a second. Then her lips grazed, her tongue caressed that spot next to my lips that made me shake, over and over again until my ears buzzed with sensory overload.

"Are you waiting for an invitation to touch me, Moriah?"

"You--I--Fucking hell..How--"

"How are you so fucking hot?" She echoed along with me, word for word. I grinned up at her. "You say the same thing every time your brain short circuits, darling." She sucked my earlobe in her mouth and traced the inner shell of it with her tongue. My center throbbed in response. Her wet center never stopped grinding on my stomach and I took one heavy breast in my hand to guide her nipple to my mouth. She pressed it into me harder, forcing me to open my mouth wider. If I was smothered tonight in flesh, I would die happy. She finally detached from my mouth and consequently pulled harshly on the tip, letting go with a loud pop. "Oh fuck--"

She kissed me, gripping my chin to open my mouth and caressed my tongue firmly. She detached her hips from my stomach and gripped the cock. I separated to look at her slowly impale herself. I gripped her hips, supporting some of her weight. She whimpered as she slid down, shifting her legs to drop lower. I scooted back a little to give her room to move on her knees, unintentionally causing friction in her depths. She cried out and clawed where my neck met my shoulder, gripping the tendon there. Her nails digging in felt amazing. At the same time painful, arousing, and electric. Her hips finally pressed into mine and she cupped my face tenderly. I almost cried at the softness in her eyes, a stark contrast to the fire in them from earlier. She kissed me using her tongue to alternately flick at a lip in between kisses. Fuck, she was hot. But not just hot...sensual...like she gave in all the way to pleasure and did whatever the fuck she wanted. It was sexy and empowering. Without breaking the kiss she rose up some inches and slowly sank back down. I took one of her nipples between my fingers and gently rolled it. She whimpered into our kiss at that. My other hand found her ass and squeezed possessively.

"Suz? I detached my mouth to speak."

"Hmm?" She had her eyes closed as she humped me up and down.

"How would you feel about...?" I traced a finger down her sweaty crack to hover over the skin above her hole, pressing down so she knew what I was saying. Her eyes shot open and found mine. She gripped the sides of my neck.

"Mor! I--" I chose that moment to skim over just faintly over her hole. "Ah! Oh fuck!" She bucked harshly into me. "I don't know...that's kind of dirty isn't it?" Her hips didn't slow down.

"I'd like to see if it makes you feel as good as I think it will. Let me try? Start off slow and you tell me if you want me to stop?" I smiled shyly, showing her it was entirely her choice. She bit her lip and nodded quickly. I smiled at her and leaned up to kiss her again. I reached over to grab the lube from the side of the bed squirting some onto my fingers. Her hips never wavered their slow roll and her mouth was relentless all over my neck and chest. I added lube to the dildo and rubbed her clit slightly. She gasped deliciously and attacked my mouth, her tongue caressing the inside of my mouth firmly. My wet hand went over her hips and around her ass where her hole would be. I grazed down her crack slowly and laid the pad of my middle finger over her hole. She detached to look at me then at the wall behind me, a concentrated look on her face.

"Good?" I started rimming her hole with my wet finger and her hips faltered.

"Oh fuck, yeah, that's good." I kissed her neck and sucked on her collarbones. I grabbed her breast and felt the stiff nipple in my palm. She trembled in my arms and fell forward, bringing me down with her. "Shit Mor, don't stop!"

"I'm not done with your ass yet...Turn over." I demanded. She blushed even harder and her eyes burned with her arousal. She shakily complied and I put a pillow under her hips. I spread her legs and entered her again. She scrambled to get a hold of the sheets as I thrusted. She was so wet, I scooped some of her juices on my thumb and transferred it to her hole, rimming lightly again. She bucked violently at the new angle and sensations.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I placed my palm over the small of her back and leveraged my thrusts harder into her while digging my thumb deeper and deeper into her hole until it popped through. She froze and I slowed my thrusts.

"Still okay?"

"Ugh! Fantastic! It's...it's good yeah. Deeper."

"Deeper...what?" Looking for my usual "please" from her lips.

"Mor! What the fuck? I don't think I can be anymore submissive than this! Now fuck me already!"

I laughed. "I don't know...sometimes I think you think you're in charge." I froze movement of my thumb and continued the agonizingly slow thrusts.

"Mor! Please, okay? I need you. Please fuck me NOW." The desperation in her voice made me throb and I gripped the side of her hip as I shifted for a better position. My thumb went deeper until it was completely buried and she groaned deeply. I sped up my thrusts gradually and hit deep within her harder. My thumb kept a slow shallow thrust in her hole and she twitched now and again in arousal, squeezing my thumb. Her head dropped face first into the pillow below her and she took the opportunity to let out a muffled scream into the downy cotton. I widened my eyes in surprise but otherwise kept going. Fucking A, this was sexy! My hand wandered to her dangling breast and twisted her nipple beneath us. I could feel her indecision to go forwards or back, the latter winning out due to the overstimulation of her lower body. I dragged an open hand down her tummy, making sure to press on her pelvic area firmly, letting out a warm burst of arousal around the dildo. She was panting now and her ass muscles were trembling. I flicked her clit and she levitated off the bed. If I didn't know better, I'd swear we were a good 2 feet in the air over our bed. I swiped firmly with two fingers over her stiff clit and kept pounding and dragging my thumb in and out of her hole. She whimpered and gasped amidst her pants.

"Ah! Mor--fuck--that's ah--another!"

"What?"

"Another! Please! One more finger! Shit!! Ah! Ah!"

"Fuck." She shocked me and sent lava through my veins into my chest. "Yeah I got you. I'll fuck your ass. It's mine. Isn't that right?" My thumb slowly popped out and I coated my index finger and middle finger in her juices. I kept my fingernails short for her and it was paying off right now as I frotted her rim furiously.

"Mor, take it down a notch with the dirty talk." Her muffled voice came from the pillow.

"Sorry!"

I entered her hole slowly with the two fingers and kept them buried inside while I continued to fuck her. Slowly I began to move my fingers in and out and she started moaning deeply. She seized over my fingers irregularly with sudden spasms. Not orgasms, but like violent arousal or something. It was indescribable. She was backing into my fingers and cock and I tried to time all three points of contact with her to lengthen her pleasure.

She started moaning in rhythm with our thrusts and almost bucked out of my grip at times. A large part of her back was flushed and sweaty. I circled her clit firmly with two fingers. There came a moment of perfect synchronization where I would move my fingers down, up, or side to side and her whole body followed my precise movements, using her center as a complete control central for the rest of her body. It was intoxicating, the power. I felt so confident in that moment. She was mine completely. I could make her feel good whenever I wanted, no doubt about it. She responded to me and my fingers like she didn't anyone else.

"You're close, aren't you baby?"

"Unnghh--" she groaned out in a cry. Her gyrating became rough and focused on grinding into my fingers.

"You're doing so well, baby." Moan. "Keep going." I encouraged breathlessly even as I sped up my hips and angled toward her front wall for her g-spot. My fingers in her ass angled into the adjoining wall of her pussy and she screamed as she entered the throes of her orgasm. She pulled on the sheets and unsnapped them from the mattress. She dug her fingers in her hair and pulled as she bucked violently. I rode the bull with graceful rhythm and she screamed some more with the continued friction in her pussy.

"Mor! Oh--I'm--oh no! Ugh! Fu--" She panted in short breaths and I stilled all movement gradually. I kissed her back tenderly as I left her asshole slowly. "Fuck." I barely caught the low expletive.

I didn't quite know what to do with my fingers. I saw a bit of brown on them so I gingerly closed my fist to minimize contact with anything. I kissed and licked her shoulder blades and nape of her neck. Although my cock was still in her, my other hand went to caress her arms and gripped her hand for a moment, squeezing softly to let her know I was there.

I drew the hair away from her sweaty hairline and kissed the apple of her cheek as she regained her breath. I kissed the side of her mouth with an insufferable grin.

"Hi..." I spoke cheekily.

"Hi..." She spoke thickly through her squished mouth and intense contentment.

I hummed as I brushed my lips over her cheek and jaw.

"Fuck, Mor." She sighed as she relaxed the rest of her muscles. I caressed her back, the nape of her neck, and kissed her face with the gentlest of brushes. She seemed to be content with my weight resting on her so after I tired, I simply laid on her. Breathing in her scent and swirling a finger around the sweat around the bottom of her breasts, lightly. She was breathing deeply and I wondered if she'd fallen asleep. It's not the first time she's blacked out after an orgasm and I felt fucking proud of myself. I replayed every moment in my head, getting hotter and hotter as I embellished every moment with overwhelming sensuality. I was exerting amazing self control to not to grind into her to get some relief. But feeling her breathing in and out was relaxing. As if I was living vicariously through her for bliss. If we both regarded moments like these as precious, then it was a contrived effort to pleasure and create something beautiful... Ephemeral, but lasting in its potency.