Pretext: We're both sitting on the couch watching the news and drinking our coffee. You've been turned on needing me since the night before because both of us were exhausted and couldn't stay awake. I've been turned on since the night before because I'm just always wanting you.
You turn the tv off and turn to me, cuddling against my chest and talking to me about our day. Your hand slides under my shirt as we sit together, our usual watching tv position. My hand is resting on the back of your neck, rubbing comfortingly with my thumb the way you love. We talk about what we need to do, what we want to eat, the usual banter that gets us through our breakfast. Your hand slowly starts to stroke up and down my chest, gently rubbing my nipple when you reach it, settling deeper into my arms. Your warm sweater tickling my skin and your distracted touch start to have an affect on me. You watch me start to harden in my night boxers, aware again of the wetness dampening your panties. Early in our relationship you were embarrassed about how wet you became when turned on. I like to think my absolute obsession with your scent, your taste, and the feeling of your warm wetness gripping me when we made love has made you more comfortable with it.
I feel the material of my boxers scratching gently against my growing hardness. Knowing the effect my touch has on you, I reach my hand down the comically large neck opening of your sweater and stroke your back, letting you feel my forearm slide up and down your back while my stubby calloused fingertips scratch at your side. A satisfied smile crosses my lips as I feel your breath catch and deepen, your legs just barely sliding against each other in time with my slow movements. Seeing your almost imperceptible squirm, I chastise us for last night's laziness. Your palm against my chest lifts so just your fingertips are now exploring my skin, tracking over the still-forming abs under the still-receding fat. Climbing up my chest, you raise your face to meet mine, kissing my cheek and asking me to play you.
It's a cute reference to some our favorite things. yours being the way my hands play the guitar and piano, and mine being the musical moans I can extract from your willing body with said hands. I know it takes a little courage for you to ask for sensual delights from me, even after all these years together, but I love the way the words leave your lips. My hand slides further down your back, your body snaking closer to mine as you curl your legs under you and my palm settles on your cheek, covered only in your cheeky panties. Ugh. In younger years I was an absolute boob-boy, but we both know you have long since grown me into your ass-man. You lovingly turn my face to meet yours and our lips lock together in warm wet kisses, your hand cupping the muscles of my chest again as mine massages and teases your ass. You begin a slow rocking grind, your hips pressing back into my hand, and your chest pressing into my side, demanding attention beyond the teasing friction of your sweater against your breasts. Pulling your lips from mine you once again ask me to play you, ever so slightly more needy this time. I can't resist you, especially not when you're like this.
I reach further down, this time making my way into your panties, and sliding my finger slowly down between your cheeks. The embarrassing sensitivity between them is enough to make you arch your back a little more and giggle as my finger slides past quickly and reaches your soaked lips. Your soft whimper tells me just how much you need me, your mouth absently settling against my neck kissing me when you remember where you are, and hanging sweetly open when you lose yourself to my touch. I stroke against your lips, all the way down to your clit and back up, spreading your wetness over them from your center. Dipping between them, I stroke your inner lips and kiss your forehead, smiling at just how much I can love and lust after you all at once. Your fingers have started to grip my chest and side as your pleasure builds, not yet rushing towards orgasm. I slip my finger as deep into you as I can reach, causing my palm to flatten against your cheek and grip you possessively. Over and over I finger you deeply and slowly, your wet, sultry kisses on my neck only encouraging me.
Slowly you start to rock with my fingers, the wet lace of your panties teasing your clit with unfair gentleness. The first of your purest, lust filled whimpers catches my ear as I slide a second finger into you, the others resting against your lips for you to feel. Together we build you closer, until your hand drops from my chest and gently grips my rock hard cock. You moan wantonly, demanding my lips and kissing me deeply, bottoming out on my fingers and gripping my fingers with your walls. Insistently you whisper to me to push your panties off, lifting your hips to help me. Concurrently, you open the button containing my hardness inside my boxers and engulf me fully in your warm, wet mouth, sucking me slowly, gently, deeply just as my fingers made love to you. By the time I've pushed the panties down your cheeks and struggled to get them off of your legs, you have me letting out the first of my moans. My other hand finds its way to your face, touching your cheek, neck, hair, showing you my affection and encouraging you wordlessly. You give my hardness a few more slow, soaking wet moments in mouth, and pull off as quickly as you first took me in, climbing onto me and kissing me deeply before I can protest.
You take my hands and guide them to your cheeks to hold you, spread them, and lower you onto my hardness. Your arms wrap innocently around my neck, as if we were just a pair of freshmen making out and petting for the first time. Slowly I lower you, both of us losing track of our kiss and moaning into each others mouths, slowly accepting our hot, soaking wet mating. Cursing me sweetly, you start to slowly ride me, kissing me lovingly as we moan and whimper for each other. My hands leave your ass, one gripping your side to keep pace while the other slides up your back to pull you close to me. We rock together intimately, your wetness sliding all the way up and down me, keeping our slow, languid pace. Your moans slowly become littered with the curses you refuse to utter except when we make love. I can feel you further soak me in your need, pressing all the way down onto me as I roll my hips forward. Your head throws back and immediately I lean forward to kiss your neck, knowing just what buttons you love pressed. My teeth graze against your tensed neck muscles between kisses, and your hips grinding deep into mine. I grip your hips once again, and hold you down onto my hardness, and rock my hips into you, grinding your clit as your hair falls over my face again, locking lips and kissing your moans into me.
Your moans peak again when I reach between your legs, my fingers stroking your lips around my cock, gathering our wetness and slowly bringing it back between your cheeks. You shiver as my wet fingertips glide over your rosebud, whimpering in your embarrassed pleasure and whispering insistently that you're close. Loving, giving, beautiful lover that you are you ask me how close I am, whimpering in frustration and desire when I tell you I'm building but not quite there yet. Refusing to cum alone, you reach out onto the couch and grab your soaked panties, fumbling with them so the soaked center is visible and desperately gaze into my eyes. You bring them to my nose, knowing how well you've conditioned my body to your sweet sweet scent, and moaning desperately into my ear, begging me to cum with you. You know me so fucking well, and within a few deep thrusts, I've joined you on the edge, moaning into your underwear how close I am, your perfect scent pressing buttons that nothing else can.
Your soaked panties leave traces of your wetness against my lips and nose, but still you unabashedly kiss me, whimpering as you lose the last of your control. My hands spread your cheeks and pull you down onto me as your orgasm crests, and your face falls beside mine again, letting me hear the sweet symphony of your release. Unable to hold back anymore, I shamelessly take hold of your hand with your underwear and guide it back to my nose. Inhaling your scent, hearing your moans, and feeling your pleasure through my aching shaft, I explode inside you, throbbing over and over again as we cum together, grinding and rocking through our mutual release. My moans spur you through another orgasm on the back of the first, wrapping both arms around my neck and kissing me slowly and sweetly as you grind through your second one.
Long minutes later, our panting breaths and quiet noises turn into giggles and laughter. We take stock of the sweaty heap we're in, my boxers drenched in the mess of our lovemaking. We make our sweet cuddling jabs about the effects of my fingers against your rosebud, or your panties against my nose, and between kisses we share the ever present 'I love you's. It's time we showered and checked into work.
