Erotic Story: A little treat

He is slouched in the lounge chair, occupied with his phone and seemingly unaware that I am studying him intently. His dark-blond hair is tousled and his deep-brown eyes seem fully focused on the screen. His relaxed posture gives me a warm feeling and my brain instantly calculates whether we would both fit in the chair together. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to get his attention. “I still have to reply to some work emails, super boring, but the sooner the better.” I don’t respond, just wait until he looks at me. Which never takes long, because he usually notices my silences right away. He looks up from his phone and I see a brief twinkle in his eyes when they find mine. “What are you doing?” he asks with a smile on his face. “Nothing”, I reply innocently walking towards him and slowly settling between his legs. I place my hands on his thighs and as soon as he realizes what I’m up to, his legs automatically spread a little further apart. He sighs deeply and instantly his entire body seems to relax. He puts his phone down and cups my face with both hands to give me a soft kiss. “Fuck work”, he chuckles. “Who cares about work when I have you around.” The corners of my mouth turn up so far it almost hurts. Again, he presses his lips to mine and we effortlessly loose ourselves in the kiss. His hands slide through my hair, down my neck and back, leaving a tingling sensation all over my body. He places his hands under my butt and in one fluid motion pulls me onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and moan softly with excitement. “You’re so hot”, he murmurs against my lips. I feel his erection growing between my legs. Without a second thought, I curl my fingers around the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Before my bra is even fully visible, I can already feel his hand cupping my breast and starting to massage it gently. 

In a flash, all civility seems to fly out the window and we become completely consumed by each other. His hands glide over my body, and before I know it, he’s pulled his shirt over his head and I’ve sunk my teeth into his bottom lip. Instinctively, I start to grind my hips back and forth on his lap. With his free hand he grabs my butt, trying to set the rhythm. Jesus, it feels so good how perfectly in sync we are. Words no longer seem necessary. Even subtle hints to guide each other are superfluous. When I feel his fingertips playing at the waistband of my pants, I abruptly stand up. As we gaze deeply into each other’s eyes, I slowly pull my pants down, followed by my thong. In the same motion, he lifts his hips to get his pants down around his ankles. Through his boxers, I can see the outline of his erection and I gently lick my lips. My mouth has gone pretty dry from all the excitement by now. All the moisture in my body seems to have gathered in one place; right between my legs. As he pulls down his boxers, his glistening glans is revealed. “Hmm”, I moan softly with anticipation, knowing what’s waiting for me. He looks at me with a mischievous grin on his face and as I turn around, I feel his fingertips caressing my skin. He spreads his legs wider. I step between them, position myself over his hard cock and slowly lower myself down onto him. “Fuuuucccccck”, he hisses as he fills me up more and more. “You’re so tight and warm.” When I can’t sink any lower, I shift my hips a little until he fills me completely. His hands grip the side of the chair. I place mine on his knees and gently start moving back and forth. With every movement, I feel myself getting wetter down there. I close my eyes and focus completely on what’s happening. My heart is in my throat and desire seems to be taking over by the minute. “That feels so good”, he whispers excitedly. “Keep going.” His encouragement is all I need to keep going. The blissful feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of me is addictive. Slowly and sensually, I move back and forth. I continue until I hear his breathing go increasingly ragged. When he seems to be close to the edge, I change my rhythm and lift myself up and down on my legs. I pull up just to the point where he’s about to slip out, only to sink back down again, just in time, over and over.

I shift my backside a little further back and lean forward, giving him an even better view on what’s going on. Carefully, he releases one hand and before I can even wonder what he’s up to, I feel a wet fingertip pressing against my rear. With deliberate care, he presses the tip of his thumb inside. Instinctively, my body wants to resist, but I let him in eventually. The sound of my moaning echoes through the living room, and with each movement his thumb pushes intensely deeper. I break into a sweat, my throat feels raw from moaning and my legs feel a little sore, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t want the bliss to end. My breathing goes faster and faster, his sounds grow increasingly intense and every now and then I hear him groaning a curse. I can’t exactly tell what he says, but he’s clearly enjoying himself. Out of nowhere, he pulls back his thumb, which feels raw and catches me off guard. I don’t have much time to think about it, though, because before I know it, his hand has found my hair and pulled me close, my back against his chest, and he’s found space to play with my clit. With some effort, I manage to keep moving back and forth. I can feel his heart pounding against my back and I close my eyes again. How I love these spontaneous sessions. Beneath me, I can sense him trying hard to move in sync with me. His fingers trace circles along my clit and just when my body seems about ready to explode, I feel him climax with a curse, his body jerking. My legs are burning as if on fire, my breath catches and my head starts spinning. Wave after wave of pure bliss washes over my body.

We just lie there for a while, catching our breath. Then he slowly slips out of me and I feel his juice trickling down between my legs. “Hmm”, I manage to say, breathless. “Fuck work.”