This is a quick short, which I had posted up at Smashwords as a freebie (it’s still there, if you’re interested, though you’re going to get the chance to read it here anyway).
It’s part of a bigger series, where Rachel and “Pete Morgan” are seeing one another during the course of a summer. I hope you enjoy it.
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During one of the hot nights last week, Rachel was working on her laptop. She’d already had a shower and was wearing a little vest type top and not a lot else.
When I came into the lounge, she lifted a leg and wiggled her toes at me. Loving that, I knelt down in front of her and flicked my tongue across them, paying particular attention to her big toe. She giggled, pulled her foot back.
“You look good,” I said.
“Too hot for anything else, but it makes my tummy look big.”
“Fuck off,” I said and rubbed her belly. She has the slightest of bulges, I think it’s really sexy, she’s not keen.
I got up and walked around behind her chair. “Done yet?” I dragged my fingernails gently over the tops of her breasts.
She sighed lightly and looked up at me, cocking her eyebrow as I cupped her tits and gave them a little squeeze, before tracing the outlines of her hardening nipples. She looked back at the screen, tried to work again but her sighs got longer and louder as I pinched her hardening nipples through the thin fabric. Her head lolled to one side, giving me access to her neck and ear and I nibbled her earlobe, grabbing her breasts slightly harder now, as she likes it.
"You have amazing tits, Rachel and they look fucking good in that top.” I kneaded the soft flesh, squeezing them together and pulling them apart, enjoying the weight in my hands. I sucked harder on her earlobe.
“Okay,” she gasped and put the lid of her laptop down, “fucking do what you will.”
I smiled, gave her breasts a final hard squeeze and stood up. “I want you on your knees, arse in the air.”
“Sounds good,” she said and smiled.
I thought it might be, but not in the way she did.
She put her laptop down and assumed the position. I kissed her feet, worked my way up her legs, pushed her top up her back and kissed that now naked flesh, worked on her neck and her ears. By now, she was virtually limp, allowing her knees to slide down. I tapped her on the arse, told her to keep it up.
I kissed her arse cheeks, feeling them quiver under my attention. I could smell her arousal, that beautiful scent and I knew she was ready for me. I licked her buttocks, getting tantalisingly close to her arsehole, but never quite caught it. Each time I missed, she’d gasp. All of this was making my cock twitch, but I was determined to keep my boxers on.
Finally, I gave in to what she wanted and stroked her pussy lips lightly. She gasped, jerked slightly, pushing back against me. I let her do it and slid two fingers into her soaking warmth.
Throwing her head back, Rachel whimpered loudly, bucking against the two fingers stroking her walls almost immediately. I moved my hand, my thumb now teasing her clit.
“That nice? Do you like that, my fingers in your hot little pussy? Fuck, Rachel, you’re so tight and wet.”
I reached forward, cupping her tits with my spare hand and that made her almost sing with pleasure. I leaned forward, licking her pussy lips hard and fast, my tongue battering her clit even as my fingers thrust in and out. As her moans got louder, I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum into my boxers.
I let go of her breasts and leaned back. I used my right hand to play with her clit and lips, my left hand to finger fuck her. She was moving against me now, completely caught up in the moment, her legs literally trembling with pleasure. I moved down, licking and sucking where my fingers weren’t.
Rachel squealed, sighed and panted, squirming and bucking her hips against my fingers and mouth.
”Morg,” she gasped, but I didn’t say anything, I just kept moving.
I curved my fingers slightly, the way I knew she liked it.
“Yes, come on, do me Morg.”
I pushed her down and slid another finger into her pussy, curving it against her front wall. She was on fire now, gasping and my thumb was working overtime on her clit. I felt her body squirm, but kept the pressure up.
“Morg,” she managed to gasp, “I’m cumming.”
I knew it. I felt her pussy walls clench around my fingers and I began to thumb her clit like I was a bass player.
She screamed my name as her whole body went limp, shuddering and her pussy got a lot wetter. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy but carried on gently massaging her clit until she begged me to stop. She laid down on her belly and I waited until she’d stopped moaning and writhing, then leaned down and kissed her wet pussy.
I laid next to her.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me then?”
I smiled. “Oh no, I need to have a shower and you have work to do.”
She wasn’t keen but I was insistent and by the time I’d finished my shower, she was more than ready for me and, by fuck, did she make me pay!
