Movie Night..

As I shifted the angle of my head, I suddenly realised I'd missed at least half of the movie we'd been watching. I blamed myself, really- I should have anticipated that my positioning would not be conducive to actually focusing on something. But no matter- I'd seen it before, and I'd take the opportunity to be curled up at your side with my head pillowed on your thigh over something so trite as a movie any day.

My movement had apparently untucked the blanket from the back of my neck, and I yelped as you pressed the still-cold bottle of beer in your hand against the bared flesh. Rotating so I could fix you with an accusatory glare, I growled a little as I was met with your amused smile.

"It serves you right. You've been someplace else entirely for the last hour- not paying a bit of attention."


Note to self: 'angry posturing' only works if you're standing up. And dressed. And it probably helps if you're actually angry. Otherwise it looks suspiciously like pouting. I realised this fact a little too late, and made a concerted effort to uncross my arms under the blanket and straighten out my facial expression.

"I was too paying attention. Just.. not to the movie."

"Mhm." You brushed a lock of hair from my face, and I unconsciously leaned into the touch. "And do I need to ask what you were paying attention to?"

I licked my lips as my heartbeat sped up. "I doubt you do. But I can show you, if you like."

Your fingertips traced over the edge of the blanket, and you laughed. "You're incorrigible."

I shrugged in response. The angle I was at was a poor one for what I had in mind, unless you bent down awkwardly, and I wasn't in the mood for awkward. Bringing the blanket with me, I sat up and straddled you, taking the bottle out of your hand and setting it on the table before meeting your eyes with my own.

"Does it bother you, having someone want you this much? Someone who wants to please you? I like you for more than your body, if it makes you feel better. It's just that I like your body an awful, awful lot."

Not breaking my gaze, you deliberately pulled the blanket off me and tossed it to the side. "It doesn't bother me."

I didn't waste time with a triumphant smile, not when there were other much more pleasurable things to be doing with my lips. Pinning your hands to the back of the couch, I ground myself against you as we roughly kissed, and felt you respond to my urgency.

Sometimes I was actually capable of being patient, of drawing out foreplay for hours. I could take intense delight in slow, inexorable coupling, in having you buried inside me for as long as we could hold out, until it was almost uncomfortable. Other times.. not so much; it would seem like I would go mad if I couldn't have you pounding into me *right then*. The unspoken response to your question earlier- oh yes, remember that one?- was that I'd been anxiously waiting for the movie to end, hyperaware of your body against mine, wondering what kind of play you'd like to engage in that evening, how you would ask me to please you, and I'd ended up slowly working myself up into a frenzy. So this was going to definitely be one of those 'latter' situations.

I allowed myself to be separated from you only as long as it took to yank off your tshirt, unfasten your jeans, and push them down enough to free your cock. The instant those things were accomplished I was once again pressing myself against you, groaning at the contact of your skin on mine. Shifting my hips, I ran my pussy over the shaft of your cock, coating it with my juices, before impaling myself on it without any other preamble. Your hands seized my hips, keeping me still as you took in several gasping breaths; I rested my forehead on your shoulder, the driving urgency abating slightly now that I had you exactly where I'd wanted.

You whispered something (sorry, still not paying attention) and pushed me back slightly; the movement resulted in your cock momentarily slipping out of me- amid some colorful protests on my part- and it took me a second before I realised you were nudging me to turn around on your lap. I complied, and you held your cock as I angled myself onto it again. When you were once again buried to the hilt, I rolled my hips in small circles, leaning forward slightly and enjoying the whimpers you made at each change in position. You pushed my hair over my shoulder, tracing the lines of my tattoos with the fingers of one hand; the other hand stayed on my hip, following the smooth motion as I began to ride you, your cock sliding easily in and out of my hot, wet depths.

Reaching between my legs, I stroked your balls and the shaft of your cock, and you spread your legs slightly further apart to give me better access. Eventually abandoning the artwork on my back, you gripped my waist tightly in both hands, pushing and pulling in time with the rocking of my hips, and I arched backward, groaning. Continuing to play with your balls with one hand, I slid the fingers of the other between my folds and began rubbing my clit. I chanced a look over my shoulder at you, and nearly came from the sight; a sheen of sweat on your forehead, jaw clenched in concentration, corded muscles standing out in your arms from the tension of clutching my waist, eyes fixed on your cock driving in and out of me. Your eyes flicked up to mine, recognized the unspoken plea in them, and your head dropped once in a nod of approval.

It was all I needed, and as I came you took over, pulling me back against you and fucking me hard and fast through the spasms of my orgasm before quickly following me over the edge, spurts of cum filling my pussy.

Once I'd.. dismounted, you chose to shed the rest of your clothing (rightly pointing out that there was no sense getting dressed when you were probably going to be subjected to my whims again later), and allowed me to lick your cock clean before settling back on the couch. I'd tucked myself back into my favorite spot, sighing contentedly, when I heard you chuckle quietly; I turned my head toward you and raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"You think we should save time and just watch a porno?"

Some things just don't deserve a response.