Bed Time Stories

“Tell Me A Bed Time Story”

She walked into the room, smiling coyly as she spied him at his desk.
Creeping up noiselessly she leaned over his turned back and whispered into his ear, “Tell me a story.”
Her breath was hot on his neck and she could feel his heart beat pick up pace as she softly kissed it, taking the tender flesh into her mouth and nibbling on it.
He groaned as she pulled away and spun his chair around.
“Now,” she said backing up. “Come put me to bed and tell me a story.”
Slowly her hand went to her neck, trailing down to the first button on her blouse. As he looked on she undid the first few buttons, before racking her hands over her curves, enticing him.
“Come.” He stood, his eyes roaming hungrily over her.
When he took a step she undid a button, backing up again. The next button revealed the lace beneath her blouse, and the next revealed the soft skin of her stomach.
He growled as she kept backing up, leading him towards the bedroom.
“Good boy, come put me to bed.” She drew her blouse from her arms, letting it drop in the floor.
As he advanced, his eyes greedily taking in her lace covered half, her hands roamed to ties on her skirt. “I am very tired and you are taking to long. I need to go to bed. Now.” Her skirt became a puddle on the floor.
She stepped out of it and into the bedroom as he followed.
Finally no longer allowing her the privilege to strip further he grabbed her, pulling her body against his.
The heat from the bodies intermingled setting fire to their cores.
He sought her mouth hungrily, savagely kissed her lips red. His hands roamed over her exposed skin, grabbing her cheeks and picking her up.
She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling her lips away to gasp at the feel of him against her.
As his lips kissed her neck, she urged him again. “Tell me a story.”
He bit her gently. “Once upon a time, there was a little minx.”
He nibbled on the tender spot where her pulse beat against her flesh causing her to arch into him. He moved her against him, creating friction where their bodies melded. The heat nearly burned even through their thin clothes.
“She was very naughty.” His voice deepened with desire. “She worked deep into the night, coming home very late, and keeping her prince waiting and worrying.”
He took a few steps and lowered them both onto the bed, his lips traveling down to her breasts, kissing above the lace to draw a moan, then moving over the thin fabric to where raised peaks pushed through. Her back arched off the bed into him as she moaned, “Then what happened?”
He gently bit the peak, sucking lightly on it. Before releasing it and moving across her exposed flesh to the untouched mound.
“She came home, finally after many hours, and her prince releaved that she was safe took her to their room where he could show her how happy he was at her return.” His lips brushed against the other raised point, his hands moving from beneath her to traverse down her thighs and into the soft flesh between them.
He pulled back and stood over her. “She was a feast for his eyes, and he swore when her saw her again that she would feel worshiped and never want to leave again.” He unbuttoned his own shirt and dropped it to the floor.
She sat up for her hands to roam across his chest. “The way she touched her prince undid his mind, he wanted her for all of eternity.” Her hands moved down to his belt, unlatching it and drawing it out from its loops.
“She was his little minx, a he her knight in shining armor.” She reached for his neck and drew him down for a deep kiss.
As her tongue flicked into his wet cavern he groaned. Their lips moved against one another as he laid down between her legs, loving that they wrapped themselves around him again.
Finally he moved away from her lips, nibbling on her ear and then to sensitive spots on her neck.
Her hands roamed across the breadth of his back. His kisses traveled lower, and as he arched away from her, she slipped her hands between him to his zipper and with a deft hand undid it. Reaching in she stroked the hardened flesh inside and wrapping her hands around it drew it out.
He groaned loudly and tore at the single bit of lace keeping them apart. Roughly removing it, he barely paused before pushing into her damp core.
“Ohhh my minx.” He moaned. Her gasp of pleasure and arch of her chest against him was the only response.
Pulling nearly out and pushing gently back in, he kissed her gently.
“Her prince waited so that he could show her all the pleasurable things he had been thinking of all day, how he could better their previous experiences.” She groaned and thrust her hips to meet his.
He returned to her sensitive nipples, pulling them into his mouth as she writhed against him.
“He moved against her, thrusting his body into her, while his lips did naughty things to her.” He breathed against her soft skin. “And he urged her towards a wonderful explosion of pleasure that he knew she would enjoy.”
He sought out her mouth again as he leaned above her, his other hand slide between them and touched her sensitive nether nub.
She gasped and arched against him, as he rubbed her skin and kept up the rhythm pushing in and pulling out of her body.
“She was so tight and wonderful. Her sensitive body reacted so well to his every touch. It nearly drove him insane.” His deep voice resonated into her, sending prickles down her spine as her vision began to dot.
“Just a few little touches could make her moan and gasp and beg for more.” He nipped at her neck again, changing pace to go a little bit faster.
He groaned and looked down at her closed eyes. Her whole body arched up into his.
“He loved the sounds she could make. Let her prince hear those sounds again.”
Her voice, caught in the thralls of ecstasy, responded, “Ohh yes my prince, uhh..” Before trailing off into bliss of his pleasuring.
Her moans grew louder as his fingers applied more pressure. His body rammed into hers, and even her could barely speak.
Her hands grabbed at his neck, her head flinging back in passion. “Tell me more!” She commanded, her whole being moving with him.
As he struggled for coherency, he could feel her walls beginning to tighten against him.
“He wanted to claim his minx forever, mark her as his with his passion so that she would never leave again.”
He applied all the pressure he could to her sensitive spot, causing her to moan and arch into him, writhing beneath him as she rode against his body through cascade and cascade of ecstasy.
The wonderful pressure of her body against his, her walls contracting around him drove him over the edge, spilling himself into her core.
With a final, gentler push, he groaned as she stilled as well.
Collapsing gently on top of her he could feel her smile as he kissed her lips. Slowly he pulled out of her soaked interior and slide onto the bed beside her.
She looked at him with a look that had began it all, interlocking her legs with his.
“I love it when you tell me bed time stories,” She whispered against his lips.