Erotic Story: Lots of fun watching

I walk into the living room and when I see him slouching on the couch, I instantly feel tingling shooting through my body. How can someone be so sexy? When he notices me, he looks at me with a big smile. A row of white, even teeth appear and I see his eyes twinkling. ‘Hey baby, I’m glad you’re here. How was your day?’ I throw my bag on the table and walk towards him. The closer I get, the broader his smile. His presence makes me feel warm inside. ‘Fine, I’ve been thinking about you,’ I reply. Again, I see a twinkle in his eyes. ‘I couldn’t wait for you to get home either,’ he reacts as he wraps an arm around me and gives me a big kiss. His lips feel full and soft and when I feel the tip of his tongue stroke mine, I automatically open my mouth. ‘I’m really into my series here,’ he mumbles grinning against my mouth as our kissing intensifies. I look at him chuckling. ‘That’s okay. You can keep on watching.’ My hand slides over his T-shirt and I gently kiss his neck. He does his best to keep his focus on the TV, but I know that, in the end, he won’t win that fight.

His breathing is faster and somewhere deep down his throat I hear soft, moaning sounds. My hands roam over his body. To feel his strong muscles under his T-shirt, his abdomen and arms. When they slide over his thighs, I notice him holding his breath. I look at him mischievously. ‘I’m so glad you’re here,’ he sighs excitedly as he strokes a strand of hair from my face and gently tickles my locks. I suck my lower lip in and look at him a little bit too long. ‘Shall I show you what I’ve been thinking about today?’ Without him saying anything, I see approval in his eyes. I carefully slide from the couch and sit between his legs. My hands slide over his torso, further down to finally reach the edge of his joggers. He looks at me, holding his breath. I curl my fingertips around the edge and fiddle with it to get it down. Without saying anything, he lifts his butt from the couch and gives me room.

I stand up, pull his joggers all the way down to his ankles and then watch as he kicks them off. I can clearly see the outline of his boner through the fabric of his boxers. He is hard, rock-hard. I grab his boner through the fabric and gently start jerking him off. ‘Fuck,’ he laughs. ‘This is making it hard to concentrate.’ I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. ‘Let’s see how long you last.’ In the meantime, a wet stain appears on his boxers, that I notice proudly. I let go of him and slide my fingers further down to rub his balls through his boxers. He starts moaning softly and when I stroke the inside of his thighs with my nails, I feel him getting restless. ‘Do you like that?’, I ask in my most naughty voice. ‘Like is an understatement, those nails of yours really drive me crazy.’ I look at him satisfied and pull the leg of his boxers up slightly, so my nails can caress underneath. ‘Pfff,’ he sighs excitedly. Under his boxers, my fingers find his balls and then his boner. I grab it tightly and carefully start moving up and down again. ‘He wants a little freedom,’ he says tensely. ‘He must wait a little longer’, I reply. I pull back my hand and grab the outline that adorns his boxers. ‘Holy fuck,’ he groans. ‘Just focus on your series, or you’ll miss something.’ He looks at me, bites his lower lip and then tries to keep his focus on the TV again.

After a few minutes of teasing I decide that it’s finally time to give his boner some freedom. I curl my fingertips around the edge of his boxers and pull them down. Again, he lifts his butt off the couch to give me room. And then his boxers go down to his ankles, to be kicked off too. I look at him with a big smile on my face. I see the horniness in his eyes. He can’t wait for my mouth to touch his skin. And neither can I. I collect some saliva in my mouth, grab his boner with two hands and drop a big blob on it. ‘Fuuuck,’ he pants tensely. I distribute my saliva over his glans and shaft and slowly jerk him off. I go a little faster every now and then, but as soon as I notice his breathing’s faster, I slow down my pace a little. And then I go for it. I bend over and place my lips around his cock and lower my mouth further and further over him. ‘Shit,’ he groans, ‘this beginning is so warm and good.’ Then I start to suck. My tongue slides along his shaft and over his wet cock. His taste pops through my mouth and it makes me want to try even harder. As far as my mouth allows, I let him slide down my throat. I feel the tendency to gag a few times, but it doesn’t happen. I continue. The living room fills with the sounds of my sucking mouth and his wet cock. My hand reaches for his balls and I start to massage them carefully.

‘Hmm,’ he moans continuously. It’s encouraging and contagious. I catch myself moaning with him. I suck him in long strokes, sometimes hard, then softer, and alternative it by licking his deliciousness. Everything is wet, also between my legs, but I don’t want to stop. I’m thoroughly enjoying this. His hands have found my hair and our moaning sounds are so loud that we should be careful we’re not overheard by our neighbors. His fingertips press hard against the back of my head and gradually take over control. I let it happen. I keep going, moaning, sucking, licking and giving it my all. ‘Fuck. I’m. Coming,’ he moans, growling. I let go of his balls, grab his boner with one hand and dig the nails of my other hand deep into the skin of his thighs. Cursing, he yells through the living room. By a feeling I give him. It feels fantastic. In jerking, wavy movements he squirts my mouth full as he looks at me. I effortlessly swallow everything he gives me. ‘Jesus, that’s good. I think I’ll have to watch this episode again, he chuckles when I let his cock slide out of my mouth and sit up. ‘Now you can show me what you’ve been thinking about today,’ I grin naughtily.