Fic-let

I smiled as arms slipped about my middle and drew me gently backwards, his body warm and comfortingly solid against my back. His lips graced the back of my neck and shoulder; tender, loving, questioning. I smiled again, bowing my head shyly as I leaned back into his hold. Let him sweat a bit. Even so, he knew my secret, the one thing that could turn me on faster than a light switch. Depending on how bad he wanted it, he’d use it right away. Sometimes I gave in before he found it necessary to employ. And sometimes we were on the same page and that’s when it was best. This proved to be one of those times, his fingers slowly inching under the loose cotton fabric of my shirt, left arm about my middle while the other shifted across and upwards to my left breast, gently retraining. Just the way I liked it.

As eager fingers delved under the soft under wire of my bra, teeth gently raked my neck, tongue teasing the skin where shoulder became neck and I inhaled sharply, eyelids fluttering lightly shut as I became putty in his arms. He tightened his grip, leaning back against the wall to brace us both as he bit down, pinching my quickly hardening nipple at the same time. And I gasped, moaning as I gripped the arm that encircled my middle and he shivered at the sound, enthralled with the way I settled back against him, stance wide as his member stiffened.

He continued to suck and nibble my neck, fingers massaging my breast and my breaths coming in pleasured gasps and whimpered moans, head resting back against his chest as I shut my eyes fully. He took full advantage of my bared neck, biting none-to-gently at my offered jugular, breathing across moistened skin and making me tremble. I rocked back into his groin in response, feeling his hard on pressing against my back, arousing me all the more.

His left arm finally shifted, fingers walking back across my stomach and below the waistband of my skirt. I gripped his arm but didn’t stop him as he continued his southward journey, gasping as his middle finger slid across my already moistened clit. I felt him smile into my neck as he pleasured me, pushing me slowly and methodically to that blissful edge until with one skillful flick of tongue and finger I orgasmed, moaning his name as cum slicked and dribbled over his fingers.

Panting, I leaned back against him as he chuckled, kissing my ear as he whispered to me.

“I love hearing you moan. I love making you lose control.”

And I smiled, finally turning to face him. It was my turn.