Working too hard

I sat at my desk, trying to finish my poem for the ten thousendth time. However I was having no luck. I stopped for a moment just to hear the rain slam against my window pane in a song older then time. I sigh and go back to my paper. I don\'t even notice the lock on my appartment door turning to admit my boyfriend of three and a half years. The attempt to make the feelings flow into words in taking all of my attention.

He walks into my bedroom, soaking wet from the rain. He nearly silently crossed my carpet and came up behind me, only to nibble on my earlobe. Making my jump and spin in suprise. His lips meet mine in a bruising show of need and want. He picks me up from my chair and gently places me on the bed.

\"How long have you been at that damn thing baby? You need a break. I haven\'t seen you all week.\" He pouts in the innocently sensual voice he knows I can\'t resist. He slowly starts unbuttoning my blouse; looking in my eyes the entire time. He ignores my half hearted protests. \"You\'ve been working too hard, today is your day of rest. Now be a good girl and relax.\" I feel my resistance melting from me as he pulls the shirt away from me, leaving me in my bra and jeans. I heard his breath hitch slightly as he saw me for the first time in nearly a month. Perhaps I have been working too hard.

\"God, you are so beautiful.\" He kissed me again, softly this time, as his hands saught to undo my bra. I nearly giggled at his slight growl of frustration when he couldn\'t find the clasp in the back. I reached up and undid it myself. He peeled it off me and began planting loving kisses on every inch of my exposed flesh. My eyes drifted closed at the sensations he envolked. My nerves starting a slow burn with the fires he stirred to life with his lips.

I moaned softly as his lips latched onto the peaks of my breasts, worshiping them into stiff little nubs begging more attention. I barely even noticed when he lifted my hips slightly to remove my jeans from my legs. I jumped a bit when I first felt his finger stroking me through my underware. I tangled my hands in his dark hair, nearly whimpering with the feeling. Slight pressure through a thin barrior of soft, quickly dampening, cotton. He began working soft kisses down my belly when I pulled him up for a brutal kiss.

I reached down and yanked his shirt up over his head and threw it somewhere onto my floor. I ran my hands over the bare skin of his back and chest. Aching with a sudden undescribable need to feel his skin against mine. I hear his breath quickening, feel his heart speeding up, just from that simple touch. I go to undo the zipper on his pants to give us both what we want more then anything else at the moment when I realize with horror that I can hear my front door opening.

I hurridly thow on a long skirt and loose top I had on my floor and go to greet whatever visitors I have. I quickly run to my living room and see the couple that has intruppted the first real time I\'ve had with my boyfriend in far too long.
\"Hi mom. Hi dad\" Oh this can\'t be happening. My parents did not just drop by unannounced. They aren\'t even supposed to be in this state this week! I quickly hid my disapointment and welcomed my parents into my home as graciously as I can given the circemstances.
\"Mom, dad, could you excuse me for a moment.\" I walked into my bedroom to find my boyfriend laying stark naked ontop of the cover of my bed. He smirked at me and motioned for me to come to the bed. I quickly shut the door.
\"We can\'t. My parents are here. I can\'t just kick them out yet.\" I sighed at him when he pouted and left him again. Shutting the door behind me lest my parents catch sight of my less then decent boyfriend.
\"Mom, dad, can we do this later? I\'m sort of in the middle of something.\" or I would have been two minutes ago had you not walked in. I thought longingly of what my boyfriend had been doing to me moments before. I quickly, but polietly, kicked my parents out and nearly ran back to my bedroom after locking the door.
I threw the door open and pounced on my boyfriend as he was trying to get up. I threw my arms around him and kissed him with abandon, forgetting all else. He rolled us over so he was once again on top. He pulled my shirt back over my head, and I noticed with amusment that it was his shirt to begin with. He slid down my body quickly and removed my skirt and threw it to join the rest of the cloathing on the floor. I nearly sobbed with relief when I felt him go back to his previous occupation.
His fingers brought me to the brink before he pulled away and finally removed the last barrier between us. I heard the crackle of a condom wrapper and was thankful he still had enough of his wits about him to remember such things. I was too far gone to care. My world almost exploded into ecstacy when I felt him slide in for the first time. I know I moaned with relief.
He alternated his thrusts into the rhythem he knows I go nuts over. He ground against my clit with every thrust. At the same time his mouth alternated between kissing my senseless and smothering my moans and kissing and lightly flicking my nipples with his tounge.
I felt the familier heat begining to rise in my lower belly and I started babbeling incoheriently as I felt myself nearing the edge of oblivian. I could hear him in the background of my mind, coaxing me to the edge with his voice, telling me how close he was getting. Finally I could hold back no longer and I felt the rhythemic spasims overtaking my body sending him over the edge.
He collapsed on top of me, sated for the moment and perfectly content. He gently rolled off me and hugged me close to him.
\"Don\'t ever work overtime again baby. We both know how much I hate having to suduce you.\" He whispered jokingly into my hair. I smiled against his naked chest and drifted off to dream.

The End.