Miss me?

28 Nov

The more observant amongst you may have noticed I’ve been rather quiet lately.

So just for you, here’s a little story… I hope you enjoy it 🙂

Smoothing down her dress she opened the door. There he stood, a slight smile on his face as he looked her up and down approvingly.

Dropping his laptop and bag on the floor he wound his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. His sigh of relief echoing her own as she rested her head in the crook of his neck.

Lacing her fingers behind his neck, she tilted her head for a kiss and he willingly obliged. His lips and tongue teasing hers, pressing close and then pulling away until with a grin she sucked his lower lip into her mouth and caught it tight between her teeth.

Groaning, partly in pleasure, partly in protest, he squeezed her more tightly, his body pressed hard against hers so that she could feel his growing arousal.

With a moan she let go of his lip, kissing him hard as she stretched to be closer, her height in her stockinged feet no match for his.

His hands slid down her waist to the hem of her short dress, pushing it up to expose her stockings and suspender belt until they touched bare skin.

Pushing her backwards they stumbled into the kitchen until her backside hit against the cupboard and effortlessly he lifted her up until she sat on the edge of the counter top.

Winding her legs around his waist she pulled him close, feeling the bulge of his arousal press against the damp gusset of her panties.

Reaching up she tore impatiently at the buttons of his shirt, tugging it off and tossing it carelessly in the corner as she rested her head once more on his shoulder.

Taking a deep breath she inhaled the scent of him, warm and masculine. The rough hair on his chest rubbing against her hot cheek as he dropped quick kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose.

Grabbing his head she tried to force his mouth to hers as he teased her, resisting her attempts to capture him. One hand slid between her legs, running over her wet lips before he plunged two fingers deep inside her.

The sudden fullness made her moan and arch her back, unprepared for this invasion and he took advantage, using his other hand to yank her dress over her head.

Exposed to his gaze she suddenly felt shy, her eyes falling closed as he bent to take her hard nipple between his teeth and tug gently at it through the thin lace of her bra.

She gripped tightly to the edge of the counter as he began to work his fingers slowly in and out, twisting his wrist slightly so that the heel of his hand rubbed against her sensitive clitoris with each movement.

Moaning softly she fell back, her hips writhing against him as she struggled to undo his belt, her fingers rubbing over his hardness through his trousers whilst she fumbled with the zip until his trousers dropped in a heap around his ankles.

Kicking them off along with his shoes he tugged her towards the edge of the counter. Gently lowering her until her feet unsteadily hit the floor and she was sandwiched between his hard body and the kitchen cabinets.

Kissing her hard he turned her until she was bent over the worktop, her breasts pressed against the cold laminate. Then he slowly entered her from behind.

With one hand on her hip and the other twisted in her hair for leverage he began to thrust roughly into her, tugging her head up and pushing her shoulders down.

Moaning she gripped hard onto the edge of the counter, pushing back against him as their hips slammed together, each impact drawing a slow groan from him as he buried himself deep inside her before withdrawing fully and ramming back into her.

Increasing his pace, he let his fingers creep round to rub over her clit as he continued thrusting. Feeling her begin to tighten around him he let go of her hair to pinch her nipple, his fingers working both of her sensitive spots as he felt his orgasm begin to build.

Her soft breathy cries as she pushed back against him were followed by a long drawn out moan then he felt her convulse around him, her inner muscles gripping him tightly as he thrust into her hard.

A groan escaped his lips as his orgasm hit him, her muscles still milking him as his thrusts slowed and he leant down to kiss the back of her neck.

Turning her head she looked up and kissed him hard on the mouth.

“Hi,” she said with a smile. “Miss me?”


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