I'm sitting at my desk, working diligently on something. You don't really know or care what it is, but I seem to be thoroughly engrossed in my work. My lips are pursed, and I frown as I concentrate, but your mind is not registering on the way my face I looks. As it's a study day, I have not changed out of my bath robe, but the neck is loose and hangs open so that you can see the round of my breasts when I lean forward. My hair is long and you like the way it falls down around my shoulders, lying is loose blond curls against my back. They make me look almost innocent and sweet, but you know that under my robe I'm none of these. You like the way my tattoos give me an edge that only you get to see.
I'm clearly distracted, because when you walk up behind me I don't seem to notice your presence. You can smell the shampoo in my hair and, when towering over me, can see all the way down the front of my robe. You note that it must be cold in here; because you can see my nipples stand out against the thin fabric. You remember last night; how your mouth was wrapped around them and the way they felt against your tongue. But you also remember how mean I was to you, teasing you all night, but then not allowing you any relief.
As you stand behind my chair your hands slowly reach out to touch me. You lean forward to kiss my neck, and as your fingers lightly move the hair away, I jump with the sudden realization of your presence.
"You scared me!"
"I didn't really mean to" you lie, breathing against my neck as you say it. You know this gives me shivers.
"Um, someone's happy this morning" I tell you
"I am., and what about you?" You kiss me again, nuzzling my neck.
"I'm busy. Huge paper."
"You don't have a little time for me?" You ask. Your kisses have become more firm, and your other hand has moved around to the opposite side of my neck, holding and exposing my neck and ear to your kisses.
"Um," I sigh as the bristles of your beard give me shivers down my spine. "Especially not for that. Besides I got mine last night!" I tease
The mention of last night gives you shivers too, but not down your spine. Your mind flashes to the best moments:
Me. Naked. Straddling you while your cock pulsed inside me.
You. On your back. With your hands pinned down under my knees.
I rode you for what felt like all night. I'd stop periodically to reach down between us and play with my own clit, helping me bring along my orgasm along.
There was one point when you had the use of your hands.
I had reached down and pulled them up to my breasts. You loved the way they filled your hands, and how my tight little nipples become small hard pricks in your palms.
"Be rough" I demand and you had not thought to question
Through it all, you remember the way I looked when I finally came. You were still lying on your back while I straddled you, pushing you into the bed. I was leaning forward slightly; resting my weight on my one hand which was planted on your chest. My other hand was between my legs, circling and flicking my clit. You could feel my fingers slip against the shaft of your cock, heightening your arousal as I played with myself while fucking you. As I came shuddering to my orgasm, you remember how tight I felt, and how close you could feel your own climax as my pussy clenched tighter around you.
You loved how both your hands were roughly squeezing my breasts as I moaned through my cum.
All this flashed through your mind in a matter of moments, and now your cock feels rock hard, pressing against the confines of your pants.
Your one hand moves away from my neck, sliding down and around my shoulders, under the edge of my robe. Your hand finds my small breast and cups it within your palms. Just like last night, the hardness of my nipples stands out against the softness of the skin.
"Hey," I tell you "I'm busy."
"I know. And I could be too." You kiss my neck again, and whatever else you were saying is lost into the fall of my hair.
"Okay, serious-" The rest of the word turns into a gasp as your fingers tighten and twist one nipple. With one hand occupied at my breasts, your other one drops lower, below the line of my belt. Your hand moves down across the flat of my belly and lower to the warmth you know is there. Your fingers feel the short hair that grows around my pussy, but as they probe deeper you realize that my legs are tightly shut against you.
Undeterred, your hand runs down my thigh to the bend of my knee. It cups the edge of one, then moves inward, running along the inside of my thigh.
I try to stand up get up, but the hand on my chest holds me down, pulling me against the back of the chair. As you kiss my neck, you can feel that my pulse has quickened.
Although I have not begun to relax my legs yet, you begin to bring your hand in towards the heat between my thighs. As your fingers move closer and closer, separating my thighs little by little, you are forced to use increasingly more pressure to do so.
Wedging my legs open with your fingers you slowly move inwards.
When you finally reach the outer lips of my pussy, your fingers pause.
The tip of your tongue tickles the back of my neck while your other hand roughly gropes my breasts, but I only sit there uncertain as to what I should do.
Your hand remains still between my thighs, but you can almost hear the slight whimper in my breathing.
"You want it." You laugh into my hair. It's not a question, and you already know what the answer is. "If you want it, you know I'll give it to you. You just have to ask."
Neither of us moves for the space of a few hart beats, and mine are coming on fast.
The hand between my legs begins to move, slipping just a little bit further, closer to my pussy. Although my legs are still held tightly together, your closest finger is now directly between the lips of my pussy. You can feel a rush through your body as the heat deep within me registers in your finger tips.
I still don't say a word.
With my legs this way your can just barely move your fingers, but you know how to make that change. You slowly move the edge of your finger towards the round of my clit. You can feel the small knot of nerves stand out from the smooth skin around it, and you know what the slightest pressure against my clit does to me.
Your finger runs quickly across it once.
My hips buck back in response.
Your finger again rubs against it.
Again, my hips jolt back.
Again and Again, you flick your finger across my clit, and my hips move in the same response.
But this time your finger stays still, and you can hear my quick breathing and feel my rapid pulse. Only moments pass since your last flic, but you can feel the difference in me. My skin has become hotter and you know there is colour in my cheeks. You can also feel the heat between my thighs increase, and can sense the wetness that you can't quite reach. You're also aware that my pussy lips have grown larger, swollen with the extra blood. But best of all, you can feel my legs loosen and my body grow softer.
Your finger moves again.
This time I moan slightly as my hips jerk forward. You smile to yourself, imaging the conflict going on in my head; picturing me hating you for what you're making my body do, but not wanting you to stop either.
As my legs relax you have more space to move around between them, so you switch tactics. You gently slide your fingers further down, bending them so they can reach that wetness within me. As your finger tips touch the warm hole of my pussy you watch my face, and noticing that just as you brush the wetness around it, my lips relax and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was keeping in. You use just the mere tip of your finger to tease my wet entrance, lightly brushing it with your finger, and loving how wet I am.
"See, I knew you wanted it" You tell me
I say nothing in response.
Your fingers gather up some of my juices and bring it up to my clit, moistening the tender skin there. Because I silently moan as soon as you touch it, you continue to repeat the process; gently dipping the tip of your finger into my juices, them bringing them up to my clit.