Caress
Caress
The duo curled against one another languidly, fingers exploring, voices soft with delight. They chuckled together, jokes punctuated by kisses that promised more and more still. Fingers entwined then loosed to dance over naked flesh. She looped a leg over his and the pair mock-wrestled, until his questing fingers settled over her knee and she gasped sharply. "Does that hurt?" "No...it...I..." Waves of delicious chills rippled out from the delicate strokes over the joint, rendering her mostly mute, jaw slack. Her eyes glazed and she trembled violently. He'd seen her aroused but never like this. His curiosity piqued, he alternated his touches: firm, feather light, raking stripes with his nails, trailing teasing patterns. He tried the entirety of her knee, each progressive touch merely causing her to press closer and closer against him, body shuddering reflexively, skin taut with gooseflesh, her mouth against his chest to mute the song he was creating, playing her skin like that, quieting the soft coos, delicate squeals, lovely whimpers, gasping pants. His free arm curled around her shoulders, pulling her in, creating a safe cocoon. Satisfied with the knowledge gained, his fingers slipped lower along her calf and she buried a howl against his skin as a wave of fresh sensations rolled up her spine. His eyes lit up and he explored this fresh territory as her fingers scrabbled against his back. Tilting her head back, she reached up and pulled his lips to hers, taking long draughts of kisses, pulling back to catch her breath with shallow, panting breaths she cut with whispered pleadings that he not stop. He indulged her, stroking, tickling, raking, teasing, probing, watching her swooning, frenzied arousal with delight. He was so pleased at having found something that gave her such obvious, tremendous pleasure. He could have stayed like that...to be cliché, perhaps forever, until "Oh..." she gasped. "That's too much." "I'm so sorry!" He apologised, ceasing the onslaught on her leg and knee. She took a few moments to catch her breath and then chuckled, "No...it just changed to too much. Oh! Wow. That was lovely. Thank you." He blushed crimson, "Thank /me/? You... were... that was...how come you didn't tell me about that?" Snuggling against him, she shrugged, "Most people don't want to make out with knees." She glanced up, then smiled contentedly and squished against him even more firmly. "I want to know /everything/." "You should see what I do when you /lick/ the backs of my knees." He dove for the end of the bed, eagerly.
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Mine
You sleep, peacefully, unaware that I'm curling up behind you. I pull you against me, burying my face into the middle of your back, breathing you in. You smell so good
I run my hands over your skin, listening for how your breathing changes depending on where and how I touch you. Those soft sleepy moans you make are divine; I feel so powerful. I can make you so needy in your sleep
Finally my questing hands reach for my prize: your stiffening cock. I love that you're ready for me, and kiss your back softly. A few obscene sounds from the bottle of lube I have on hand, and I start to run a slick finger around your asshole.
Those shuddery breaths you make are heavenly, and I work my finger into you, loosening you. Fuck, it's so slutty, you working back against me in your sleep. Needing this. Wanting this.
Sensing you're ready, I line the strap up against you, before slowly working myself into you. Your soft whimpers are delicious, and I reach for your cock to stroke you while I fuck you.
i like how sleeping people have no filters. You don't even realize you're riding me as I fuck and stroke you. The most vulnerable version of you is such a whore for me.
I could go on like this forever, thrusting into you, my fingers dancing over your shaft, listening to the moans you can't hide from. But your climax is building. I can tell from how much harder your working against me, how your turgid length throbs in my hand. I won't prolong this delicious sleepy torture. You need release and I want to give it to you.
A combination of things tilts you into bliss as you cum; I can't pinpoint any one event as the culprit for your climax. Maybe it's the strap in your ass or my hand on your cock, or, hell, the soft, encouraging kisses I pepper over your back as I work. It doesn't matter. Your whimpers are such a delight as you spill your need over my knuckles.
After a moment, all is quiet. I survey the damage: open, lubed hole, messy stomach, cock, sheets. I slide off my harness and set it aside, debating whether to clean you up, but opt instead for you to wake to evidence of your use. One final touch, though. Using your cum, I fingerpaint one word over your pubic bone: Mine.
And They Were Roomates.
Lucy hit send on the email and flipped the laptop closed, leaning back against the couch cushions. Muttering, she said, "Man. Fuck those guys." Presumably about whomever she'd had to email. She stretched stiffly and glanced at the clock. How in fuck was it 2:38 am? Yawning, she rose and padded down the hall in her socks. She paused at her roommate's door to say goodnight, but Erin was completely out. Lucy admired her friend while leaning in the doorframe.
The girls had been friends for years and roommates for almost as long. People often joked they were a couple. Maybe in Lucy's secret heart they were, but she'd never even made a pass at Erin. Friendships were irrevocably broken for less. Erin had always joked they were in a sexless marriage and were constantly stepping out on one another. As it was, the girls talked about everything. Work, lovers, family, the gross and intimate details of sharing a home together. Even what they liked and preferred in bed.
Which is why, when Erin shifted in bed and Lucy saw she wasn't wearing a thing under her oversized tee-shirt, she remembered something Erin told her about wanting to wake up to being fucked.
It was risky.
But it might be worth it.
Maybe?
She made up her mind. Both of them were going through a dry spell and she could explain herself…somewhat plausibly? Lucy slipped down to her room for some supplies, then tiptoed back.
The dim light from the hall lit up Erin’s curves, and Lucy allowed herself a moment to just absorb the scene. She’d looked, surreptitiously, at Erin over the years. But she never allowed herself a moment to just ogle her, so she luxuriated in that for a moment. Erin had always been her type. Or had she based her type on Erin? She wasn’t sure anymore. Did it matter? She was here now.
Gingerly, she stepped over to the bed, and lowered herself to sit on the edge. Erin stirred only a little, but didn’t wake, and Lucy released a held breath. Ever so slowly, she trailed a finger over Erin’s hip. The other girl remained blissfully unaware. So Lucy began to move farther, hands trailing over exposed skin, not daring to travel further than the arms and legs that were available to her just yet. Erin stretched and smiled, and mumbled something incoherent, making Lucy freeze mid-pet. When she was sure Erin wasn’t waking, she resumed her slow, lazy exploration of Erin’s skin, but she could feel her own growing impatience; she wanted more.
Gingerly, Lucy began to push Erin’s shirt up, revealing the delicious curves she’d only dreamed about for years. She gulped. ‘Am I really doing this?’ she wondered, even as she slid the shirt up further, baring Erin's breasts It took a moment for Erin’s body to respond to the change in temperature, but her nipples stiffened into tight peaks. Lucy bit her lip to stifle a moan.
She ran her fingertips over Erin's stomach, over her ribcage, and began idly tracing designs over her breasts. For her part, Erin trembled in sleep, arching up into Lucy's hands, whimpering. Emboldened, Lucy leaned down, using the point of her tongue to run a lazy circle around Erin's nipple. Erin shuddered, and rolled away from the sensations. Lucy had a moment of vaguely needy panic and shook it off. It wasn’t like they were actually both playing together. She ran her hands over Erin’s hips, and down over her ass. Fuck. The way that ass filled her hands.
Lucy had a dilemma. She could continue petting Erin’s (admittedly fantastic) soft skin, or move forward with the “seduction”, such as it was. After a moment’s hesitation, Lucy sent her hand questing between Erin’s legs, and was delightfully rewarded to find that her previous petting had made Erin’s cunt start leaking liquid desire. Starting slowly, Lucy ran a single finger through the wetness, just lightly stroking Erin’s labia before sinking her finger in deeper. Erin sighed and purred. Lucy watched her in the twilight in the room, heart pounding out of her chest. Eyes flickering, Erin sleepily looked about, before sinking back into sleep.
Lucy began running her fingers through Erin’s slicked labia in earnest, slowly sliding a finger into her pussy, a little bit at a time, until she was finger fucking her best friend with a single digit, long and slow. When Erin shuddered and whimpered in her sleep, Lucy added a second digit, increasing the tempo, and in sleep, Erin responded by rewarding Lucy’s efforts with even more juices for her to work with. Beginning to lose herself in this completely one-sided moment, Lucy slid a hand into her bra, pinching and rolling her own nipples, feeling more and more needy.
And brave. She added her thumb to the mix to swirl over Erin’s clit.
Erin rolled to her back, squealing, hips lifting. Once she settled back again, Lucy began the achingly slow assault on Erin’s pussy, rolling her clit under her thumb, two fingers pumping into her cunt, her other hand fed up with nipples slid down into her pants and her own sodden slit. She was really into it now, fingers working her own wet quim, the other hand fucking Erin in earnest. Erin was beginning to pant and mewl in her sleep, hips starting to move in time with the very wet, wicked fucking she was getting. Lucy felt Erin getting tighter and tighter under her fingers. She was so lost in the sensation of Erin’s impending climax, she didn’t notice the other girl was lying, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, panting.
“S…slower….Lou…please.” Erin moaned. Lucy yelped, snatching her hand back from Erin’s body. “Fuck I’m so sorry…sorry…sorry…” She was gathering herself up to flee when Erin sat up and pulled Lucy to her. “Finish what you…” She was panting, lightheaded, “Finish what you fucking started.” Lucy blinked. “Please!” Erin whined. Uncertainly, Lucy slid her fingers back into Erin’s pussy, resuming the slow, hard finger fucking she had been doling out just moments ago. Erin squealed, wrapping an arm around Lucy’s shoulders. Slowly, that squeezing was starting to come back. Erin’s head was tipped back and she was breathing shallowly. “Fuck…ah….fuck Lucy…” Lucy took in the scene. Her in Erin’s arms. Erin blushing. Erin fucking her fingers back after waking up to Lucy taking advantage of her. Leaning in, she buried her face in Erin’s neck, breathing her in. “Yes. Honey please.” Erin whimpered. Everything was becoming a blur, her hand working Erin to orgasm, Erin’s gasping encouragement, Lucy’s own growing need, until everything shrunk down to one moment. Erin grabbed Lucy’s chin and hauled her mouth up to hers, driving her tongue into Lucy’s mouth as she came completely undone under Lucy’s fingers, burying her cries in a very unconventional first kiss.
Lucy was floating, Erin’s orgasmic sobs filling her mouth, one hand being milked by her clasping pussy, the other arm wrapped around the girl she’d only been dreaming of fucking for the past several years. She wanted to cry from joy. As it was, she continued the kiss, but slowed her assault on Erin’s cunt, working her down from the high of orgasm, until she stilled, her hand still buried between Erin’s legs, though.
Erin ended the kiss with a series of smaller, softer kisses, finally just pressing her forehead to Lucy’s, trying to regain control of her breathing. She was smiling, eyes closed, before chuckling softly.
“What?” Lucy asked.
“I’ve been waiting for you to do that for months. Jesus Christ.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Erin pulled back and looked at Lucy, deadpan. “I love you. You’re a dense, silly bitch though.”
Lucy’s face broke into a smile, and she leaned up, capturing Erin’s lips with her own.
Harder
They only had a few hurried moments to taste one another's mouths before they had to get back to work. The closet was dark, and dust danced through the outline of the door, its edges highlighted by the room beyond. There was no time for conversation. Paul dragged Michael into his arms, realizing how suddenly he felt weak. His eyes scanned his lover's in the dim light. All he could see were twin stars glinting back at him. Michael hated these rushed, furtive moments. He preferred to luxuriate in Paul's caresses. But there was little time for that these days. He sensed Paul hesitate, so leaned up and captured his dark-haired beloved's rose petal lips with his own. Paul melted against Michael with a sigh. He didn't know how Michael knew when to touch him, but Paul was so grateful he took the lead. Even though he stood a good six inches taller and 3 inches more broad in the shoulder, Paul was so much more anxious. Michael just acted. It was he who took Paul's hand that night, confessed his feelings, come what may. Paul had known he loved Michael for so long but had never found his voice. The memory of that day, nearly a year ago, flooded Paul with such affection. He held Michael closer, kissing him with growing ardor. The fingers of one hand splayed against Michael's back while the others cupped the back of his head, tangling in Michael's fair curls, pulling gently. Michael was not going to complain about whatever was making Paul so amorous right now. He’d never kissed Michael so heatedly here at work. Normally Paul kept his affections temperate and chaste. This was...new. Exquisite. Pulling away from Paul's mouth, Michael sighed, "Harder, love." Blood flooded Paul's cheeks. He hadn't realised how far he’d gotten carried away. He didn't want to stop. "H-harder?" He stammered. Michael pressed up against him, the smaller man's arousal undeniable. "Please." Paul wound his fist slowly and carefully into Michael's hair, then gave an experimental tug. His beloved gasped and trembled against him. He ran his tongue around Michael's open lips, then sealed them with his own, kissing deeply, holding his lover. Every now and then he’d pull Michael's hair. He knew he was on the right track when Michael moaned, low and long, eyes half closed and sweeping languidly, eyelashes fluttering. "You are the most beautiful thing." Paul whispered as he pulled away to admire his panting, whimpering lover. Michael slid from his grasp with a feral growl, hitting his knees, scrabbling at Paul's waistband and belt. "Oh love!" Paul gasped, before Michael took what he desired, in turn.
Dawn
It’s that space between sleep and alarms, the cozy darkness of about 4am. He turns in his sleep, uncomfortable, rolling, nestling against her back gently like a rowboat docking.
His arms encircle her, drawing her closer, so he tucks his whiskered chin against her shoulder, spooning her fully, ensuring they are touching from head to toe. She stirs somewhat in complaint; she’d not been restrained moments ago and now he’d nearly buried the length of her, twining their limbs .
He is content for a moment, before her hips shift, rolling slowly against his groin as she surfaces from sleep, in turn waking his cock. Groaning, he pulls her tighter against his crotch, the unnatural movement waking her further. A soft moan escapes her lips and he’s emboldened.
His hands sweep over her nightshirt, up to her breasts, cupping them familiarly and rolling his thumbs over her rapidly stiffening nipples. She moans again, louder, her hips rolling against his prick. He pinches her nipples gently, and pulls, netting himself soft panting for his efforts. She’s more awake now, reaching behind her for his cock, stroking him through the flimsy fabric of his boxers.
He slides his hands over the low scoop of her neckline, cupping her breasts in his hands, skin on skin. She rolls over, impatiently shucking her shirt off over her head, pressing up against him with a warm, half-awake chuckle.
Cupping her face in his hands, he kisses her hungrily, lips nipping with ferocity, tongue battling. She wasn’t prepared for such an onslaught of ardour. Her kisses are sleepy, syrupy, sweet, her fingers trailing through the curls on his chest before descending to his boxers and the contents therein. She purrs as she slides her fingers beyond the waistband and meets his hard cock, stroking eagerly.
“Yes.” He hisses into her ear, before leaning down and nipping her shoulder, fingertips stroking over her back. She growls, nuzzling his throat, hands working his swollen prick.
“I want you.” She murmurs, realizing she wants more than to stroke her lover, and he pins her on her back, leaning in to taste her breasts aggressively, a knee sliding between her legs. She needs no coaxing.
He shimmies out of his boxers and centers himself between her legs. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, while he guides his cock through her wetness. “Please.” She pleads. He needs no further encouragement and slowly drives himself home with a contented growl.
She sighs, pleased, before they begin to move in tandem, an old practiced dance. He strokes her pussy with his dick, while she milks him with her cunt. They work together, the tempo teasing and pleasing, heightening their pleasure. Before he knows it, she’s reached her peak and surged over it’s edge, her cries a soft soprano in praise. He allows himself to let go and join her, meeting her gentle cooing with his own harsher, gutteral, primal calls, painting the walls of her pussy with his fluids, marking her as his again and again.
For a few moments the only sounds are their breaths slowing, before she chuckles and he rolls to her side with a laugh of his own.
“I hate it when you go.” She said, just a hint of sadness in her voice.
“I love it when you come.” He said with a grin. They were both silent before bursting into giggles and snuggling into each other’s arms.
Kissing his temple, she smiled and whispered, “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” He murmured, pulling her as close as possible.