Jim licked his lips at the sight in front of his eyes. She was on her back, squirming, while he was on his stomach between her legs, his tongue against her clit. His finger was tantalisingly close to being inside her; all he had to do was push. He'd wanted this for years. He almost came purely from arousal when she said it, the hottest thing he'd ever heard come out of her mouth:
"Deeper".
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Jim and Stacey had been together for 15 years, and while their sex life was far from stagnant, it was also far from adventurous. Stacey was very vanilla in her desires, which meant the sex was quite vanilla; doggy style was about as rowdy as it got.
While he wanted more, Jim accepted it. Still, he tried to introduce Stacey to new things, and on occasion it worked. The most recent one was the discovery that she may harbour an unrealised fetish of risking being caught.
While staying at a friend's house after a night of drinks, Jim woke up, cuddling Stacey from behind. Without even paying attention to what he was doing, he started rubbing her arm, then down her side. What began as sleepy affection soon began to evolve into lustful touching. Running his hand over the curve of her hip, he leaned in close and kissed her gently on the neck, causing a very tiny gasp. Bringing his hand back up, he slid it up the oversized shirt she had wore to bed, and gently slid along her tummy, until his fingers brushed the underside of her breast.
With no admonishment from Stacey, whom he could tell was awake by her breathing, he continued his exploration, as well as his soft kisses on the back of her neck, with the occasional tongue added into them.
Pushing his hand up further, he ran his fingers over her nipple, which was already hard. His rapidly growing erection throbbed; Stacey's nipples usually only grew hard when he played with them. For them to already be hard meant she was getting significantly turned on. This was further confirmed when he felt he squirm, pushing her body back into his, his boner nestled in between her buttcheeks.
Lightly pinching the nipple, he would softly squeeze and massage the breast every so often, before returning to focusing solely on the nipple. Each time he did, he felt the tiniest jolt from her reacting.
After a few more minutes of this foreplay, he let go, and started to venture south, stopping right at the line of her underwear, tracing a finger along it, across her stomach. This elicited a second gasp, just as barely audible as the first.
Sliding his other hand underneath her head, so he was now completely embracing her, he pulled her in tighter and started to grind against her body slowly. His tracing finger dipped inside the elastic of her underwear, and slip farther downward, then began to circle her clit.
Instead of a gasp, this time it was a sigh. He pushed his hand lower, and marvelled at how wet she was. He wasted no time in pushing a finger in between her lips and up inside her, causing another gasp, as well as her entire body to tense up.
In the quietest voice he could manage, so as not to wake anyone, he whispered into her ear. "Is that good babe?". She nodded without hesitation, then replied in just as quiet a voice: "it's amazing". He could hear the stuttering in her whisper.
Curling his finger inside her, he rubbed her g-spot, softly at first, then harder as she got more into it. Her body trembled the entire time. Lifting his lips from her neck, he looked at her face.
While she was practically silent, he could see the pleasure she was in. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she was moaning, and her closed eyes were ever so slightly narrowed, as if she was putting all her concentration into not making any noise.
As he fingered her, she ground her hips back against him, his hard cock getting harder from friction.
"You want this, don't you?" he asked, indicating the hardness nestled up against her behind.
"We can't", she replied. She was right of course. The were in the loungeroom next to their sleeping friends' bedroom, on the pullout couch. Fingering was one thing, but sex creates a whole lot more noise and mess. But that didn't mean he couldn't tease her with the idea.
"You still want it though, even if you can't have it", and he pushed against her as he said it, letting her feel the hardness.
She moaned. Not a sigh, but an audible moan. "More than anything", she whispered, making his dick throb against her. He'd never been hornier.
He went back to kissing her neck, all the while he never changed what he was doing with his hand. He'd learned long ago exactly how she liked it.
Her hand slapped down on top of his as they heard a cough, and he stopped all movement, but didn't retract. His finger just rested inside her. Jane, the friend whose house they had stayed at, walked groggily past them toward the kitchen, thinking they were still asleep.
Once she was past them, Stacey's hand slowly pulled away, no longer holding Jim's in place. Wondering if this was an invitation to resume, or letting him remove his hand, he put his bets on the former. Curling his finger up against her g-spot again, he felt her tense up again instantly, and gasp. This time it was wasn't silent. Jane would have heard, if they hadn't been lucky enough that she had opened the fridge door right at that very moment.
Jim expected her to stop him again, but no stoppage ever came, so he continued to finger her, slowly this time, not the hard and fast as he had done before.