The Sofa

Lying on the sofa next to Rob, Saharah smiled softly bringing Rob’s arms around her waist, snuggling into his embrace. Closing her eyes she allowed her body to relax. Rob on the other hand had other plans in mind; a painfully slow seduction was on the menu for tonight. Gently he began to draw small circles on Saharah’s stomach, allowing them to get bigger, then smaller again. Saharah sighed softly, Rob always knew what to do to relax her.

His hand slowly travelled up the underneath of her top, Saharah freezing up suddenly and grabbing his hand.

“Rob…what are you doing?”

He slowly removed her hand using his other one and continued to smooth his hand over her stomach and up to cup her breast, Saharah letting a barely audible moan as he did so. “Come now sweetheart, you know you want it”.

“Rob, stop please” She whispered unconsciously pushing her chest into his hand, biting
her lip softly.

“No, I won’t stop”, He growled softly, breathing against her neck, knowing it would drive her wild, “I want you Saharah…and I intend to have you right here, right now…you are mine”.

Removing his hand Saharah stood up, turning and placing her hands on her hips, frowning.

“You listen here; I am not yours to do as you wish! You cannot merely ‘have’ me when you want, and expect me to comply all the time, if so…then you can fuck off…”

Rob lay back, smirking as she gave him a browbeating, he loved it when she got feisty with him. It would always end up the same way, her on her back screaming his name as he pounded into her pussy.

“…And another thing, I think my body needs a rest, you’ve fucked me raw the past few days”.

Rob looked at her not in the least bit sympathetic, “Saharah, you know I have a strong sexual appetite, as do you, one of the reasons you can handle me,” His eyes darken lustfully, “And as for that raw ache, let me…sooth it”.

Suddenly he lunged forward grabbing Saharah and tossing her down on the sofa, before unceremoniously dropping down on top of her. Separating her legs and resting his body between them, his prominent arousal pulsing against her core.

“What a compromising position eh?”, He smirked rubbing his hardened tool up and down her cloth covered entrance.

“ Get off me...please, I can’t take it,” Saharah pushed up against him, the only effect being she increased the friction of Rob’s cock on her and she dropped back panting.

Smirking Rob looked down at her, rotating his hips slightly, his eyes going hard as Saharah’s eyes glazed over with pleasure “Stop trying to resist what you want, you know resisting me turns me on even more, don’t make me restrain you”, at this Rob raised his eyebrow and Saharah blushed a deep crimson remembering there last tumble in the bed, “However, if I remember your reaction correctly, restraining you would not be a punishment would it?”.

Saharah snapped at him trying to hide her embarrassment, it was a surprise to both of them how she still managed to blush sometimes, Rob had made sure to fully introduce her into the world of sex. Saharah had been bent into more positions than she knew existed, and had had sex in places she would never have dreamed of. Oh yes, Rob had certainly seen to her that her knowledge was not only academic.

Still smirking Rob ran a hand over her thigh, gliding over the inside as Saharah’s legs trembled. Slowly sliding down her body he kissed a trail of fire down her stomach to her navel, his fingers deftly unzipping her jeans. Saharah lifted her hips off the sofa to allow Rob to slide her jeans down over her hips and down her legs. Pulling them off he dropped them onto the floor beside him and slowly began to kiss up her legs, Saharah moaning softly and gripping the side of the sofa, as he worked his way up closer and closer to her soaking core. She cocked her legs on either side of him as he reached her inner thighs, trying to grab a chunk of his hair to pull him up to where she needed his mouth.

“Rob please, stop torturing me...please!” She begged arching up powerfully as he kissed her through her underwear, groaning in disappointment as he continued to move up to her navel.

“No, go back, stop torturing me you bastard!”

Rob laughed softly against her navel, the small vibrations sending shudders of pleasure shooting up Saharah’s spine.

“All in good time my dear, I want to hear you beg for me to take you, Hear your sweet voice cry out my name as I do. Beg for it”, He whispered moving her underwear aside and slipping a finger into her heat, “Beg”.

Saharah let out a deep moan arching her back off the sofa, “Rob please it’s not enough I need you in me, all of you, god please” She whirled her hips pushing down on his hand trying to get his finger to go deeper. Sliding another finger into her he began to slowly rub her clit in small circles with his thumb, sending bolts of electricity up Saharah’s spine working her up to an orgasm. Saharah was writhing under the expertise of Robs hand as he brought her closer and closer to her to her release.

“More, please, I’m so close Rob”, she moaned, her eyes snapping open as he removed his fingers from her. “No! Rob please don’t do this!”.

Rob sat back smirking, licking his fingers, “Pure ambrosia my dear”.