"Let me help you feel better."
"Huh? What do you mean, baby?"
"I know it's been a rough week, and that you're still stressed out." Here, she slipped a hand over his cheek, eyelids half-lowered. "Take that stress out on me. I can handle it."
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
"Okay. Just let me know if I get too rough."
"Will do." Pause for a kiss. "Now...what do you want to do tonight?"
"You." Sexy growl. "Over, and over, and over again. I want to explore you, feel you respond, here you begging me for more. Starting right now."
In a swift motion he removed her tanktop and pulled her hair out of its ponytail. A little blush, a small smile. No reluctance. No move to cover up. He licked his lips, then pulled her closer. One hand remained n her waist while the other slipped downward. Stealthy fingers roamed under her shorts, exploring the sweet secret he felt privileged to know. Soft, warm. Slick already, the little lips already wet with anticipation and arousal. His index finger teased over her clit, treating the sensitive nub to tantalizing strokes that made her writhe in his arms.
"Unh!"
"Feel good?"
"Mn-hn.."
"You're gonna love this, then..."
Without further explanation he plunged two fingers deep into her, thrusting hungrily. She cried out, wriggling, writhing, rubbing against him.
"M...more. Please."
"As you wish." He nibbled her ear. His fingers sped up, thumb somehow managing to stroke her amidst the frenzy. "You're so close, baby..."
Indeed she was. His motions changed, fingers stroking in a way he knew would bring her over the edge. She came almost violently. Body trembling, breathing in harsh gasps. He held her close, treating her to kisses and little affectionate whispers until the storm subsided.
"Ready for bed?"
"M-hm. Not really sleepy, though."
"I think we both know sleep's not on the immediate agenda."
Her response was a sweet, undeniably sexy giggle.
After he carried her to bed she surprised him by making the first move. She scooted closer and got to work on unbuttoning his pants. No objections were raised. His dick, on the other hand....well, that wasn't really helped by the way she stroked over the front of his briefs.
"May I pleasure you? Please?"
"Yes." Another growl. This one turned into a pleased sigh-purr as she relieved him of underwear. The motion was accompanied with feather-soft strokes and kisses down his legs. She stroked his shaft slowly at first. He made another purring sound. One of his hands traced around her shoulder and back before tangling into her hair. Another stroke was paired with a lick from hilt to tip.
"Mmmmm. Damn, girl..." Free hand ruffling his hair, head tilted back in absolute ecstasy. She took this as motivation. Her own hands focused on stroking and pumping. At the same time, she kissed and licked the head of his dick. Slowly, surely, he began moving in time with her strokes.
"You're leaking, sweetie..." A flick of her tongue took care of that immediate problem, but started another. He wanted to come, to cover her in his release. Even more, though, he wanted to lose himself inside her. That desire won out.
"S...stop." She complied, one eyebrow quirked.
"Somethin' wrong?"
"Y-yeah. I'm not deep inside you yet, and I need to be." As he spoke he tugged her shorts down, then gently helped her lay back.
"Ohh...!!!" He slipped into her, turning her response into a sweet sigh. "That's...mnnn...definitely an improvement."
"Agreed..."
He nibbled her bottom lip and started moving inside her. Slick, delicious friction, paired with her sighs and other sounds, motivated him. He forgot about stress, work, everything but how good it felt, how damn perfect it felt, to be fucking his incredible woman.
Until that incredible woman pulled his hair. Not a lover's tug, but a "hey, I need your attention" pull. He froze.
"What's wrong?"
"Too much. You..you were hurting me."
"Oh..shit...sorry, baby." His thrusts resumed at a considerably, considerately, slower pace. "Better?"
"Mmhm. Much." Deep kiss. His hand moved to her ass, grabbing for momentum.
"Mnh...so close..."
"Good..Come for me..." Her voice was low, words accompanied by an ear nibble. Motivation. He came with a grunt that quickly transformed into a harsh profanity.
Afterwards, laying together, he couldn't help noticing her expression. Hints of frown played at her eyes and mouth.
