Our tv series was on, and we were cuddled on the couch, my back snuggled against his chest and one arm under my head. His chin gently rested on my shoulder while his other hand drew lazy circles over my hip, and I backed up into him.
“Hmpf…” I felt him grumble into my neck.
“…What?” My eyes were focused on the screen where two main characters had just broken out in a fight.
His hand squeezed my hip once. “Nothing.”
I didn’t acknowledge that with a response, my eyes fixed on the screen. The argument got heated with accusations and revelations. Then the woman shoved the other one against a table.
I backed into him more, snuggling into the curve of his body that seemed to welcome my frame so easily.
“Hrrmmmpf…” Another noise in my hair.
“What?” My eyes stayed on the tv.
“Nothing…” His hand tightened on my hip again. “Just… distracting.”
“Distracting?” I questioned him, not knowing what he meant.
“Yeah.” His body pushed into me. “Don’t you think?”
“No?”
He huffed a breath into the back of my neck. Then he pushed his hips against mine. Oh.
“No?” He repeated my answer. “Not even a bit…?” His hand stroked over my hip down my thigh and came up on the inside before he fanned out over my hip again.
I felt warmth spread in my body, but the fight on TV was gripping my attention. “…No…”
His hand squeezed my thigh. Then repeated the long circles, brushing over my pj pants. I felt him grow for me behind my ass, harder and harder until his bulge pressed through both our pants into my curve. I gulped.
Some heat stained my face and the muscles in my thighs gave into his touch, but I stayed focused on the screen as the conflict evolved.
His hand brushed up my side, caressed over my collarbone. His fingertips tickled along my neck before he pushed my hair over my shoulder and placed a soft kiss on my neck.
My eyes closed and I fought a smile.
“Still not even a bit distracted…?” He murmured against my neck, and the whispers of his breath caused a trail of goosebumps down my chest. I felt my nipple tighten under my shirt.
I didn’t want to let him win. I didn’t want him to know how easily I fold for him but most importantly… I wanted to know how hard he’d try.
His soft lips pillowed down my neck while his hand toyed with the crewneck of my shirt. The pads of his fingers caressed softly over my skin, ran up the other side of my neck when he gently cupped me and then brushed lower again. All while he kept grinding his hard cock into my ass with slow movements.
I kept my eyes open, but I didn’t follow the action on tv anymore. Heat streamed from my cheeks to my chest and every touch sent a little tickle down my body. I reached for the hand under my head and held his fingers.
He grabbed me tighter and then slid his hand down my shirt before starting the same gentle play of touches on the exposed sliver of my stomach. Patterns of swirls and brushes along my side, a possessive squeeze here and there but mostly soft traces along my skin.
I took a deep breath to steady myself as I kept my eyes on the tv. His fingertips pushed against, then under the hem of my pants but not inside. Just enough to toy with the hem of my panties. No rush, no push, just game.
I bit back another smile.
“You’re not watching…” his low voice remarked and he placed a tender kiss behind my ear. I felt a flutter in my chest.
“Nuh-uh, I am…” I argued back. My eyes focused on the screen, and I saw one of the main characters tell their friend about the conflict.
“Oh yeah?” I felt his lips pull into a smile against my neck.
His hand pushed into my pants and slid under my panties, fingertips brushing through the triangle of hair right above my smooth skin. I fought the instinct to lift my hips to his touch. My cheek pulled inwards and sucked my skin between my teeth.
I didn’t move.
His hand spread and he pushed my thighs apart with his fingers. I didn’t make it easy for him. Didn’t cooperate.
He pulled his hand out of my pants and grabbed the thigh closest to him, then rolled me on my back and pushed my thighs apart. The swiftness of his persistence made me gasp. My eyes flew to his face, and he looked at me with an amused expression. Like he won.
I rolled my head around again and looked back at the tv.
“Not distracted…?” He murmured softly against my shoulder as his hand found its way back to the hem of my pants, rubbed over my belly before slowly pushing inside again.
“No.” I held my nose higher.
I stared at the screen with unfocused eyes while his hand slowly dipped lower and lower into my underwear, until the pad of his middle finger brushed over my clit. I held my breath. He circled once, twice, dipped lower to gather some of my wetness and then rubbed up again over my clit.
My legs trembled.
I released a long, controlled breath.
His finger rubbed over my clit, up and down and up and down, faster and faster. My heartrate picked up, then my breathing. But I kept my eyes on the tv. I was in control. I decided when to give in.
I thought.
But a sob tore free from my throat when his finger didn’t brush up again but instead slipped into my pussy to the second knuckle.
He pulled out again and continued the fast, wet rubs over my clit. Twenty, twenty-five seconds before his fingertip dipped low and slid in again. Slid out. Fast strokes over my clit.
My breath came in hard. My composure cracked.
His hand slipped out of my pants, and he grinned at my face. I hadn’t realized my head had rolled around. “Hm?”
“What.” I stared at him, trying to keep a poker face.
But my face felt flushed and my chest heaved with deeper breaths. I could feel my nipples poke against my shirt. He looked handsome. Eyes soft but sparkling with mischief. Soft lips curled into a little smile. Beard so pretty and a little messy from rubbing against my shoulder.
“Nothing.” His lips pressed against my shoulder, then his hand pulled down my pants. I lifted my hips to make it easier, then settled back onto the couch, ready to not let him win.
His hand pushed my thighs apart, then guided one leg over his. The back of my knee slid into place over his thigh, and he slowly brushed up my skin until his fingertips reached the hem of my panties again.
My lip twitched but I caught myself, and with another swivel of my head I looked back at the tv. Two side characters made out. I bit my tongue. Not helpful.
The warmth of his hand left little tingles on my skin. He caressed over my panties before his hand grabbed them and ripped them aside. I gulped again but didn’t react to my wet pussy being exposed, the air hitting my skin, the dominant nature of his pull.
I kept a straight face following the couple on tv as his fingers rubbed my clit, up and down, fast and slippery.
My eyebrows lightly scrunched and heat streamed from my back to my face and down to my core. I felt my foot twitch as it hung over his leg in the air. I clutched my shirt.
His fingers moved fast and steady in a relentless rhythm, causing my pussy to twitch and tingle. Wetness gathered fast around my entrance, and I felt that wave of pleasure roll down my back, slackening the muscles in my neck.
My eyes went unfocused again, a bit glassy and blurry.
His arm pulled from under my neck until our conjoined hands nestled against my head and he could lean over me on his elbow. He watched me and I bit my lip nervously.
The flutters in my stomach continued and grew stronger, as did the twitching in my hips. The coil of pleasure pulled tighter.
He grunted. I felt his breath hot on my neck.
Then his finger pushed inside me. With immediate fast slaps and a lose wrist he fucked my pussy, wet noises loud and clear for both of us to hear.
I rolled fully on my back and moaned into his face. “Oh- Fuuuck…!”
My eyes closed due to the intensity, but I swore I felt him smile against my face.
His palm clapped against my clit with every fast slam of his long finger inside my sobbing pussy. I threw my arm around his neck and folded in half, the sensations quickly overwhelmed me.
He switched his inside out motions to up and down, squelching against my gspot with rough intensity. I gasped and moaned out, then twisted in his arms.
“Distracted now, huh?” He whispered into my ear, and I couldn’t nod or shake my head as my first orgasm rolled over me.
My legs shook, my pussy clamped down on his fingers, and I felt that throb in my clit. Wet sounds came from between my legs and he didn’t slow down, didn’t let me breathe. His hand simply switched from working my gspot with one finger to fucking loosely inside me with two.
My eyes rolled into my skull.
Fast and steady, his palm slapped my pussy relentlessly with every smooth push inside my soaking wet pussy. I angled my hips for best stimulation and was barely out of my first orgasm when another approached.
I panted against his shoulder, then my head rolled back.
I felt my stomach tighten, the heatwaves washing over my back made me curl up. My sharp breaths turned into breathless whimpers.
The slick rubs of his fingers sliding inside and out in combination with the sharp claps against my clit quickly sent me over the edge again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and cried out, all muscles tensed and burning spread in my body. A light layer of sweat gathered underneath my shirt on my back and heat streamed into my face. I felt lightheaded. My body convulsed in waves of pleasure as I squeezed around his fingers again.
But he didn’t let go.
He pushed further.
His motions changed again, hooking inside me and pumping my gspot like a machine. The wet lewd noises grew louder and my muscles clenched, rushing me from one orgasm to another without a break. I gasped for air before crying out into his neck.
If he made one dominant comment with a pet name, it would be over for me. On command and I’d die. But he didn’t. He just kept his unbroken and endless speed and force.
My legs rattled. I pressed my sweaty forehead against his shoulder and inhaled his scent as he drilled my pussy, surging upwards until my cheeks stained with light embarrassment from the wet, flooding noises.
“Pl-please-“ I rasped, needing to breathe.
He hummed as a response, his hand unstoppable between my legs.
I blinked and caught his flexed bicep, the fast movements of his arm. A whimper left my lips again and the sensations dared to overwhelm me. I was almost gushing with arousal.
I held back. I squeezed my muscles and clutched his shirt not wanting to mess up the couch.
Not there. Not now. I concentrated but I felt control slipping with every forceful push and pull into my spot.
But he read my body like a picture book and changed his approach once more, drilling and pounding his fingers inside me without the strong stimulation of my gspot.
The pressure lifted and I slumped in his arms, releasing tension I didn’t know I held. But my wheezing didn’t slow down, neither did his rhythm. I had no feeling for time, could have been seconds, could have been minutes. All I knew was that another orgasm loaded in my core and I was about to erupt again.
I was so wet I barely felt his fingers sliding inside my pussy. I just felt slick and that faint rub of my walls and his palm crashing against my clit. My pussy ached, my legs felt numb, my stomach muscles spasmed with every twitch and tremor of my body. I needed air but he didn’t let go.
Focused on my pleasure his hand kept pumping. And it sent me into number four. My pussy drooled over his hand, and I folded up in his arms, pushed my head against his shoulder while my hips bucked and my pussy clenched. I rode my orgasm as he kept fucking, not a single beat slower. I caught my breath and leaned into a pillow of the couch, hoping for a moment of air.
I didn’t get it. His fingers slid inside me with determined speed.
I whimpered and cried out, my brain left the chat. With hazy eyes I tried to look at him, but his hand switched again, fucks turned into rocking up and down motions with the same unwavering pace.
My eyes squeezed shut.
A high-pitched noise left my lips, then my entire body rattled again.
I came hard. Air pushed out of my lungs, and it felt like someone was trying to deflate and vacuum seal my body. Instinctely, I pulled my knee closer to my chest as he rocked my entire body through my high. My hand beside my head let go of his, he held my shoulder and reeled me in the same rhythm as his hand worked my pussy. I swung myself into his body, desperate for stability as my climax pulled the ground from beneath my body. My eyes rolled back, something soul-like left my body while ecstasy claimed my physical form.
When the waves ebbed off, he finally slowed down. The pressure decreased, the movements came slower. I slumped like a sack of potatoes onto the couch. I kept my stiff legs bent the way they were and tapped his arm, communicating my needs since I couldn’t get a sound out of my mouth.
He chuckled, low and airy, then slowly pulled his fingers out of my drenched pussy. I felt swollen and so sodden, puffy and smooth and soft. I nervously laughed, embarrassed by the amount of arousal I had produced. He gently patted my thigh with his slick fingers.
I gasped for air and got a few deep breaths in before he gawked at me with such a triumphed grin. “Got a bit distracted there?”
With the strength of a slice of toast, I swatted my hand against him.
I felt his cock press into my hip, but I couldn’t even open my eyes yet move my hand away from where it now rested against his chest. His pec flexed. My hand slid lower. I was too exhausted to catch it.
His arm under my neck rolled me into him and I felt him smoothen my shirt over my damp back while I inhaled and exhaled. With the motion of my body, my legs moved and trembled in the air as if I was a bug stuck on its back. His arm helped guide the second thigh over him before he held me close and rocked me into his warm front.
I giggled and nuzzled my nose into his shirt. “Maybe…” I rasped, “You… distracted me… a little…” My heart finally calmed down and pumped my blood in a normal beat through my body. Still, I could feel the pulse in my clit, throat and head.
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my temple. “A little. Sure.”
I smiled. He let me have my win. Sort of. His hand cupped the back of my head, and he combed through my hair, giving light pressure to my scalp. I softly moaned.
Then his other hand stole between my thighs again. I shook my head. “I need a break.”
“Oh, you do?” He asked.
I made a laughing noise as my face pulled into a confused expression. “Y-yeah? This was… a lot…”
“Yea, like one or two.” I felt his shoulders shrug.
I looked up at him in disbelief. “Th-that’s what you think?”
That was when I spotted his grin. “Nope.”
His hand fixed my panties, pulling them over my pussy until I was covered again. Next, he kissed my nose, then pulled me into his chest again.
I felt his hard cock throb against my hip and some guilt dripped down my back. “Just… a few minutes… and then I’ll thank you for this…” I murmured as exhaustion took over my face and weighed my eyelids down.
“Sure thing…” He whispered back. There wasn’t an ounce of urgency or rush in his voice. His lips pressed into the crown of my head.
I jerked up. “Awe man! Now we have to rewatch the episode!”
“Is that a complaint?” His grip tightened on the back of my head. His brows raised and he glanced at me with a daring look.
My lips changed from frown to pout, and I blinked up into his face. Quietly, I responded. “No.”
“Good.” His arm pushed under my legs, and he heaved me by the back of my knees until I was beside him again. With a swift motion of his hands, he turned my body and pulled me close. My backside aligned with his front and the bulge of his cock nestled between my butt cheeks.
My sleepy face came to rest on his bicep while his chin found the dip of my shoulder. Then he rewound the episode to where the women started fighting.
“That much?” I asked between two yawns.
“Uh- yeah.” He hit play and the verbal exchange got heated.
“Why? We watched that.” I argued as the woman shoved the other.
“…Because…” He sighed and smacked his lips in defeat. “…I was distracted…”
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