He sits between my legs and watches the movie, thinking I don’t notice him going after my feet again.To tickle me. I wrap my legs around him, my arms across his chest. I tight, he’s not useless and harmless. I watch the movie, he laughs at my nonchalantness. I won, I always do.
Now it’s steaming, hot. I think it would be too forward for me to take off all my clothes, so I go to get us some cool water. I move to the other couch to escape his games. He follows, of course, sits beside me and folds me up in his arms. We watch the movie. I can sense him getting mushy, the look he’s giving me, beaming into the side of my face.
"Can I have my massage now?"
I lay down, stretching out across the couch, facing away from him.
"Do you have lotion?"
"Do you have any oil?"
"That’ll make me hotter than the lotion."
He learns to do without. His hands start at my low back, soft and airy. I turn to him, “You can do it harder, I’m not going to break. I promise.”
He laughs, “You said it, I didn’t.”
Why do they think I’m so fragile? He presses harder and works his way up my back, trying to press up my bra. He could’ve taken it off, he should have. I should have. He leans forward to see my face. It doesn’t do the same for me as it does for him, but still I rather enjoyed it.
We switch places.
I start at his trouble areas, I know he worked today. Up to his shoulders then back down to his waist line. I allow the tips of my fingers to sweep the front of his jeans, like Mrs. Focker. I dig my thumbs into his back. He squirms. I do it again, he grabs hold of the couch.
"Are you ok?"
"Mmhmm, " he moans. I’m tickled.
I tease him a little bit more, then pat his back so he knows I’m done.
He sits up, gathers himself, and wraps me up in his arms once again.He kisses my face. He kisses my neck. Finally, when I allow it, he kisses me. It’s hard and sweet. I slip my tongue in to his mouth. He calls me a tease as I lick his top lip, then bite the bottom. He kisses me again. I give him acouple of pecks to make his mouth anticipate mine. Then I linger, hovering over his mouth, making his breathless and hungry, the way I saw James Dean do to a pornstar. That’s power, pulling someone to you with the very air they breath. I rewarded him with a deep kiss, pulling him into me.
He pulls me into his lap then lays back, me on top. He grabs my ass, he squeezes it. He puts his hand in my pants and does the same. We roll on to our side, and he slides his hands down the front of my pants and in to my sweetness. He shimmies his way down and attempts to pull off my pants. I stop him, straddling my legs in a way to prevent him from doing so. He comes back kissing my neck, he swings my leg on to his shoulders and rubs me through my pants. They become wet.
I pull away from him, gathering myself, trying to figure out how this came about. Weren’t we watching TV?
"What’s wrong?" he asks.
I laugh and look away.
He lays back down, I lay on top of him, facing the TV. He rests his hands on my belly. The stupid movie is going off. *Smack, smack* I look to him.
"What are you doing?" I already know.
"Nothing, just finish doing what you were doing?" Tasting his fingers, tasting me.
I find another show not mentioning, or remembering. I lay back on to him.
He kisses the side of my face, my neck. His fingers trickling down, back the wetness of me. He forces his fingers into me. He kisses me hard, rough. Fuck TV, I turn it off. I give in and help him, putting on press on me. I feel his dick on my back. He gets on top,trailing his way. Kissing my chest and my stomach. He pulls my pants down to my thighs, and presses my knees to my chest. And he
like he never tasted a woman before and he found the fountain of youth.
All I could do was
and try to keep from screaming. All that being said I though he earned a gold star from treating me so good he deserved something in return. Lucky for him I love giving head. I sit on the table, he’s across from me.
I watch his face, lick my fingers, and pull him out of his pants. He spreads his arms out along the couch, like he’s trying to escape. I smile.
"Don’t give me that look," he says.
It only makes me smile harder. Don’t you know you’re in my world now? I own you. I spit on it.
"Did you just lick it?" he’s as breathless as I had him before.
"No," I laugh. Power makes me sinister.
"Oh," he exhales. "I was gonna ask, could you suck it for me?"
I scoot closer, spit on it again, and bring my face closer to his.
"Cou-could you suck it for me, please."
I so tickled. My smile crosses my face like the Chestchire Cat and my eyes brighten. Even in the darkness he can see my face, and smiles.
I lick my lips, and pucker them as I press them over the head of his dick. I slide down until I meet my two fingers at his base. I bob up then back down, wiggling my tongue as I go. I wave my tongue, fot the ladies who now what that it. Then snake it side to side and I come back up to the top dragging my fingers are I come. I bob some more, up, down, up, down. I linger at the top and flick my tongue across it. I grab it with my hand, and circle my tongue around and around his head. I wave it back down to his base and suck as I come back up. I stroke him, myhands working up and down in different directions.
I look at him. His face, I don’t know what to make of it. He grabs me by the back of my neck and kisses me, sucking hard on my bottom lip. I keep stroking him.
"What’s that for?"
"I don’t know, you surprised me." he says, his mouth hanging open.
I spit, I stroke. I look him in the face and smile. He Grips me up an pulls me into his lap. I sit, squatting. He looks at me, he looks at my legs.
"You look so sexy sitting like that."
We kiss. He works his way back into my pants. We lay down, he eats me. He loves it, and I love that he loves it. He lips me over and pulls down my pajamas some more, he’s so ungodly hard. We…
right there on the couch. He sucks on me, he sucks hard. Eventually I had to throw in the towel, I was sore.
I wish we could’ve kept going. I wish we had a condom. Boy, do I wish.