"Let's go upstairs." He said it matter of factly because this was their routine. She would show up and they would spend a few hours bullshitting, listening to music, just laughing. Then suddenly the mood would change, a sort of erotic air would fill the room and their next move would come as an unspoken agreement.
Tonight was no different, she'd shown up just after he'd gotten home from work. She greeted his dog, Max, a big St. Bernard, at the door. He was after all who she had come to see, or at least he thought so. Entering his duplex she welcomed the familiarity that his home had become. The quaint kitchen that had a plushy bed set up for Max in the corner. Walking into the living room she took in the neatness and how is contrast with everything women are taught about bachelors and their house keeping. His black leather sectional sat invitingly in the center of the room and he was perched at one corner, a glass of milk in one hand, and his other armed draped over the back of the couch.
"Hey cutie" He said smiling at her.
"Hey yourself" She replied meeting his smile with one of her own.
He motioned for her to sit next to him, so she did. Her jean clad thighs sank comfortably into the cushions and she leaned back allowing herself to relax. After all, while she was here, nothing was expected of her. He scoot closer to her, she knew he would. Over time his hand found its way absently to the safe zone just below her upper thigh, skimming his fingers over the flesh that was visible from the rip in her jeans. She liked the comfort his casual touch brought, and how it wasn't demanding.
They spent time laughing, comparing anecdotes from the week. She checked the clock, it was in the very early hours of the morning, he worked tomorrow but she never rushed it. He turned the TV off and laid his hand on her thigh squeezing it gently.
"Let's go upstairs."
She nodded.
As soon as she stood, following his bounding frame as it disappeared up the steps; she felt the heat build in her thighs. He had conditioned her to get wet with that phrase. She stopped in the bathroom to collect herself, even after as long as they had been meeting he still made her knees weak. When she entered the room he asked her to hit the light, leaving a small corner lamp to cast a soft glow about his sea foam green room. The plush carpet felt soft under her toes. She finally glanced in his direction and saw him casually laid across the inviting looking bed with its fluffy down comforter and micro plush pillows.
"Hey" He offered gently. He opened his arms to beckon her over to him; she swallowed and took the 3 small steps to the bed. Never breaking eye contact she crawled up the bed to his open arms. He smiled at her, his perfect full lips framing pearly white teeth. She loved to bite his lips. She smiled back as he pulled her down to meet his lips. They crashed together softly and tingles spread down her limbs. He put his hand in her hair and pulled her bottom lip into his mouth. She giggled and ran her hands over his scruffy beard. He worked his hands down and removed her tank top followed quickly by her bra. The cool air of his over air conditioned room met her nipples and puckered them. He rolled with her so she was under him. Pulling his shirt off he met her mouth again and began to feverishly work on her jeans. She felt the bulge in his pants as he pressed against her. A moan escaped. He slipped her jeans down her creamy white legs and smiled in appreciation at her green panties that said "Just DEW it" playing on his love of the green fizzy soda.
He undressed himself down to his boxers and settled himself between her thighs. Her breathing hitched as she watched him come forward and kiss her nether lips. He followed each kiss with a rough bite that made her squirm. He knew how to work her up. Spreading her thighs far apart he held them down with his shoulders and began to delve into her pussy. His tongue was everywhere at once, tasting her, eliciting squeals and moans. She dug her nails into his shoulder and her other hand went to the blanket beside her gripping it. His tongue slowed and he licked up and down over her clit, her thighs shook. He sucked the swollen nub into his mouth and drove his tongue into her pussy, tasting her where it was the strongest.
"Holy fuck" she gasped out. She started to buck her hips upwards and whimper as he teased her. His fingers found their way inside of her and she cried out. She danced like his marionette puppet and moaned, whimpered, whined and squealed as he commanded.
"Do you want to cum?" He asked sweetly from between her thighs.
She just whimpered.
"I don't know what that means." He sank back down and licked fervently over her pussy, slurping and moaning as he tasted her.
"Do. You. Want. To. Cum?" He asked punctuating each word with a thrust of his fingers.
