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Long and Hard

I’ve been working on more than one much longer stories, and haven’t given myself the time for something quick and dirty. This did the trick. That photograph is just…*sigh* – X

 

She pretended to be asleep when he walked into the bedroom. He got in the shower and she heard the way he started to sing then stopped when he realized he might disturb her. The spicy scent of soap and cologne made her sweat into her pillow. He climbed into bed and sighed beside her, already half asleep. She stiffened as his heat seeped into her bones. She wanted to resist, be considerate,  but the thought of going the night without him was unbearable.

She threw the sheet off her naked body with a flourish and wrapped her arms around him. His eyes flew open. Her hands were everywhere as she kissed her way down his neck and to his broad shoulders. She let out a low guttural sigh, something he hadn’t heard from her in a while. He was exhausted after 16 hours of dealing with people’s bullshit, but that little moan gave him enough energy to stay conscious.

She played with the fine hairs on his lower belly while giving his neck butterfly kisses, feeling him come back to her, but just as soon as she felt the warm aura of his cock with her fingertips she tightened up and bit his muscular shoulder. He gasped and put his hand on the back of her neck. He didn’t try to move her away as she lovebit her way down to his bulging bicep.

“Baby, I’m sore,” he whispered, referring to his muscles, but a whole day of heavy lifting had made him tame. Her mouth moved to his chest. She nodded as she nuzzled her cheeks against his gold chest hair.

“I know you are, sweetheart. I know,” she said into his skin. She rubbed her swollen lips against his nipples but didn’t lick. Her hand moved past the fork of his legs to the silky hardness of his thigh. Her breasts pressed against his side and her dark hair tickled his chest. He felt the sweat on her brow, the heat emanating from her blushing cheeks and thought about it, but he needed to be up in five hours. He had to sleep.

He squeezed the back of her neck to get her attention. “Honey…I’ve got to rest.”

The dark intensity of her eyes made a shiver run down his tired spine.

“I’ve been thinking all day about you…” she said as she slid down his body. “Ever since you gave me a wink before walking out the door this morning, all I’ve done is think about you.” Her face looked pained before she kissed down his happy trail. “You looked so damn fine, walking with your loose-hip gait in those tight jeans-”

“I can’t help the pants being tight. I don’t do it on purpose.” he said lamely. He was very tall and thick with muscle, a testament to his Scandinavian background. She caressed his hips, nuzzling his cock over his boxers. His mouth fell open.

“I was late to work because of you,” she said. She tried to lower his boxers and he grabbed her wrists. He wanted her, but he knew if she went any further he would get no sleep, but what she just said sunk in.

“What do you mean, you were late to work because of me?”

She straddled his thighs and started to massage his belly and chest, her arms outstretched and her head bowed. It was a worshipful gesture. “I couldn’t help it,” she said, her eyes half-closed. She rubbed her breasts against his flat belly and licked his nipples. “I knew if I didn’t I’d be distracted all day.” Realization made blood rush to his cock. The heat of her pussy seeped through his boxers. She licked his other nipple as she ground on him. Her swollen pussy lips wrapped around his cock, wetting him. “It didn’t work though.”

He tried to keep his arms at his side, but his whole body tingled. He wasn’t so sleepy anymore.

“All fucking day I thought long and hard about you, patient after patient… all I could think about was your hips between my thighs, the way your cock stretches me so it hurts when you’re eager.” Her hips bucked into him and she moaned. Her tongue snaked up to his neck where his pulse jumped. “I want you to make me hurt, wrap those big hands around my hips and bury yourself inside me until I speak in tongues…fuck me until the bed sheets are wet.”

She slid her tongue into his open mouth and kissed him hard and deep. She was so needy she sucked the breath out of him and humped his belly. She licked around his lips wetly then slid her tongue slowly in and out of his mouth. He could smell her now, her sweat and the scent of hot pussy, and it made his blue eyes go black. He wrapped his hands around her narrow waist, wanting to pin her down, but she shook him off easily. Her thighs hurt they were so tight around his hips, and her fingers were pinpoints of pain on his chest.

“I know you’re tired, baby. Just lay back and enjoy.”

He gave her a crooked grin and his hands went behind his head. She pulled his cock through the hole in his boxers and smoothly took it in her mouth nearly to the base. He bucked into her, and her throat tightened around him as she chuckled. She lightly tugged on his balls as she mouthfucked him. Her eyes watered a bit with his length, but they never left his. Her back was arched in the way that made him hungry, and her hips twitched every time she swallowed him, as if she could feel him deep in her pussy. He cupped her pussy in his hand, squeezed her swollen lips and groaned as wetness seeped through his fingers. She came up for air and straddled him again, facing his feet.

“You like what you see?” She arched over his saliva slick cock.

He nodded.

“Perfect response,” she said and sank into him. Her lips stretched and swallowed him. She twisted her hips so her ass would jiggle with each thrust. She was giving him a show, but he knew that it was more for her than it was for him. She was imagining herself gyrating her hips on his cock, which was rock hard for her. She was taking him, owning him. It was comforting to know she still wanted him like this, after all this time. Did she feel the same way when he came home already half hard and pulled off her panties before “How was your day?”

He hoped so.

He wrapped his hands around her waist. It was slippery with sweat now, and his grip slid rhythmically as she bucked into him. She was tightening steadily – she was close – and his head fell back onto the pillow. He watched as the muscles of her back and hips pulsed underneath her skin with orgasm. She soaked his balls with her come and moaned at the ceiling, in her own world. She was glorious when she let go like that, and it made him ache for her but he knew it was too late.

When she got off that hard she usually fell away from him and slept quickly, and she did that now.

Her hair still stuck to her neck and breasts with sweat as she let out her first soft snore. He got up and looked at her again, splayed, satisfied, and smiled. He finished himself off in the bathroom with the slickness she’d left on his cock and slid back into bed, into her, and into sleep.

About ximenawrites

I undulate in your vision A strange beauty in a world of plastic, collagen and steel The endearing oddball the living, breathing Picasso that you want to figure out but too afraid to venture into my penumbra you cower at the gate, fingering the knob on the door to my most secret place wishing you could find the courage to walk with me love me, just as I am

13 comments on “Long and Hard

  1. Brigit Delaney
    June 30, 2013

    Yum. What a lovely thing to wake up to…literally – this went so well with my morning coffee.

    • ximenawrites
      June 30, 2013

      A little erotica helps to enhance the buzz, right? :)

  2. Cammies on the floor
    June 30, 2013

    Haha, I love how he wants to sleep, and she’s the first one.
    Also, this could’ve been my story, on almost any given night, as my husband works such long days and comes home exhausted, but he’s so sexy, and I can’t resist tempting him, despite his protests for sleep. However, he is still first one asleep.

    • ximenawrites
      June 30, 2013

      Ha! I guess it doesn’t matter if you got what you were after.

      I have a thing for hard-working men…it might be stereotype, but a man who can build me something does it for me.

  3. paul1510
    June 30, 2013

    Ximena,
    this is lovely and so dirty.
    Oh to be young again.
    Paul.

    • ximenawrites
      June 30, 2013

      Oh, Paul.

      I look forward to your comments. :)

  4. Windowbox
    June 30, 2013

    Must be a.candidate for best of the year

    • ximenawrites
      June 30, 2013

      Thanks, Windowbox… :D

  5. Remittance Girl
    June 30, 2013

    I really enjoyed this. Because I find her selfish and manipulative. It’s nice to see a woman portrayed this way without it resolving into an out and out F/m thing. Love that he ends up having to finish himself off in the bathroom, and I’m left with the question of why he felt he had to go to the bathroom to do it. Says a lot about them both.

    • ximenawrites
      June 30, 2013

      Ah.

      If she’s selfish and manipulative, you can also put me as exhibit A in Webster’s for both. He is hers, and wanting him when she wants him, how she wants him once in a while can’t be wrong. Men are always going on about how we’re made for them, how our curves and hollows call to them and need to be filled – blah blah beautiful babble to be sure – but some fail to mention it goes both ways. It’s nice when he’s the one who gets squeezed for sweetness, used, fucked. It’s a beloved theme.

      (He finished in the bathroom because he didn’t want to disturb her fragile slumber with his groaning as he came. How ridiculously selfless of him.)

  6. fairerhiannon
    July 2, 2013

    mmmm… nice!

  7. myrosegarden84
    July 2, 2013

    Sometimes being a wee bit selfish is a good thing.
    Rose

  8. myrosegarden84
    July 2, 2013

    And that picture? Incredible!
    Rose

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