(01 February 2010)

by Lucy1970Harker (Erotic Coupling)

He was walking home in the dark from the train and feeling kind of annoyed. Well, maybe not annoyed, but frustrated with these text messages. It was enough already. They weren't going to go anywhere anyway. So why was it happening.

The party had been a good time, though. He had been distracted by her sending him text messages. Teasing him. Telling him what she was wearing. And there was no point whatsoever, because there was nothing he could do with that information. They were both in other relationships. And by the way, he was really drunk.

The walk home from the train was kind of refreshing. There was still snow on the ground, and the blinking lights on the houses on his block were cheerful.

He was definitely drunk, and it was really late and he was tired, so his annoyance was only increased by the sight of her sitting on his porch steps in the dark, lit only by the Christmas lights on the porch.

What the hell could she have been thinking. And in her bathrobe nonetheless. She had to be freezing. Granted it was after midnight, but still. He was even more annoyed by the fact that part of him was kind of happy she was there.

She stood up when she saw him heading toward the house, and he had the words in his mouth about to tell her she really needed to leave. It was enough already. Then her robe fell open. And the words kind of got caught in his throat.

She was wearing her pajamas, it looked like, which consisted of a tank top of the thinnest white cotton that, on anyone, would have made the lack of bra pretty obvious. But on her, it was even more so. He could imagine he saw traces of nipple against the cotton in the moonlight. And she was wearing plaid draw string pants that hung low on her hips making it clear there was nothing under there either.

He tried to say something but she shushed him and said: "Please, don't. I'm sorry. Don't be mad. I had to come. I couldn't sleep. I know you're tired and I don't want anything from you other than to just lie down next to you in your bed for awhile. You can just go to sleep. As a matter of fact, pretend you're sleeping already and this is just a dream. A nice dream."

He was about to argue but looked at her again and gave up. Her arms were crossed. She didn't try to touch him. So he let her in the house and they went into his room. Where his bed was. He still hadn't said anything. He was too drunk and too tired. And confused. And a few other things that felt better than that. He started to get undressed and began pulling off his tie and shirt, and she helped him.

"Let me do it," she said. She didn't stop until there was nothing left to take off, and led him over to the bed, and he was so exhausted he just closed his eyes. She got into the bed on the other side of him and was close to him. Still not really touching him. Yet. She reached over though, and just began to stroke his forehead, and he opened his eyes.

"Sh, get some rest, you're dreaming, remember?" she whispered. He felt her pull her tank top off slowly and then her pajama pants and was naked next to him, warm and soft. He opened his eyes again and she was leaning on one elbow looking down at his face. He could see her body now. Feel her breasts against his chest. He wanted to touch her.

"Just lie back. You don't have to do anything at all," she said. and so he did.

She moved over him, kissing him softly on his face, then his mouth, slowly finding his tongue with hers. The kiss was so soft, hot, slow and wet, and she ran her hands down his body so slowly, gently. She kissed him like that for a while and his hands finally moved toward her, His fingers tracing the side of her body, up and feeling her breasts for the first time, so gently, finding the nipple and working it gently while she sighed into his mouth from the touch.

She pulled away from his mouth, her hands still stroking his body, gently everywhere, her mouth moved to his neck, and she was over him, hands under his arms. Kissing his chest, tickling his nipples with her tongue, moving down further, and he looked at her, stroking her hair and realized where she was going. And wasn't ready for that. And tried to stop her.

"No - you can't - we can't," he said.

"Shh," she said, looking up at him with a smile, "It's just a dream, remember?" And he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. and felt her mouth moving down further. He felt her hands stroking him, gently, and feeling how hard he was, and then his hands clenched slightly into fists in the sheets when he felt the first touch of her tongue on him, so slow...so gently, working her tongue around him as he went deeper and deeper into her mouth.

His fists clenched tighter with how good her mouth, hot and wet, felt around him, sliding him in and out, working her tongue under him, back and forth just slow enough to drive him crazy. He had his hands in her hair tightly now, as she circled him tightly with her fingers, intermittetly stroking him and swallowing him, licking him, until he saw her eyes fluttering and realized that she was actually as turned on by doing it as he was by feeling it. And that made it worse.

He realized if he didn't stop her, this would be over pretty soon, so he did. He gently pulled her off him, over her whispered protests, and back up to his mouth to kiss her slowly again, stroking her body, her back, pulling her against him, feeling the weight of her breasts against his chest, turning her to his side, till he was over her now and she was on her back.

He wasn't tired anymore.

He was still kissing her, stroking her face slowly, her leg gently draped around his hip, and he could feel the heat coming from her, his hands stroking and squeezing her breasts, her nipples, and he saw and felt her breathing when he touched her nipples. So he pulled his mouth away from hers, and moved it to her neck, and more down. He wanted her to breathe faster. He wanted her eyes to flutter more. He wanted her to cum.

So he moved down her body, over her body, taking her nipple into his mouth, and feeling her hands in his hair, and feeling her back arch to his mouth, and worked her nipple in his mouth, over and over, feeling her back arching more, hearing her breathing faster, working the other nipple with his fingers, rolling it and feeling it get harder, and hearing her sighing now, so he moved to the other nipple, working it with his tongue, it getting tighter in his mouth, working the other with his fingers.

"Stop," she said. "Please you have to stop," she whispered. She was losing control. And he was glad. Her hips were starting to move under him now. And he smiled up at her, taking her nipple gently in his teeth and rubbing it harder with his tongue, and she cried out softly and her eyes.. they fluttered back into her head. And he wanted more.

So while he was still focusing his mouth on her nipple, his hand stroked down her belly, over her hip and between her knees, which she had together, moving her hips in reaction to his mouth, and he pushed them gently open.

"No," she said.

"Oh, yes," he whispered back.

And he gently pushed her legs open, more, more, stroking her soft thighs, down further, further, hearing her gasp more. He liked that. And her hands got tighter in his hair, and then his hand found her, his fingers found her, and she was dripping wet, and he moved very slowly.

Slowly, feeling her body arch and move under him, hearing her sigh to his every move, pulling back to watch her face, her mouth open, her head back, biting her lip, sighing a little louder, as he moved his fingers, until they slid easily inside of her and she gasped loudly and tried to close her legs for a second, but he easily pushed them back open. She didn't fight him at all. He slid his fingers inside of her, amazed and turned on by how wet she was, and feeling deep inside her, and she started to shake a little.

"Stop, don't," she said.

"Don't ...what?" he said with a smile...saying her name.

He pulled his wet fingers out and stroked her clit for a minute and then back in, and out, getting faster and deeper, and then something happened...she started to tremble more and cried out quietly, her hands clenching his back, pounding it gently. Her head was back, her eyes closed, she had a sharp intake of breath, and then she came again.

And when he realized how easy it was to do it, he couldn't stop. He was so turned on watching her face, hearing her sigh and moan, feeling her body hot against him, cumming over and over, and it was just so easy to do it, slowly, gently sliding in and out, so wet and hot, and making her shake and cry out over and over and all the while she was, her hands were reaching for him, stroking him up and down, making him harder and harder still, and finally she said enough.

"I want this," she said. And he knew what she meant. So he moved over her. This was what he was afraid of all along. But it was just a dream, right? And there was no way he could stop now. No way at all. Not with her hot and wet and so open underneath him and him about to explode.

So he moved over her and slid his body between her legs and kissed her, that same soft, gentle hot and wet way they had been kissing all night, but he pulled away to thrust himself inside her.

He wanted to see her face when he did. And her head went back and she gasped as he moved slowly, slowly, inside her, all the way in, and he again couldn't believe how wet she was. She was really hot and tight from being so turned on and so wet and he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to do this, looking at her face, her breasts, her hard nipples in the air from her back arching, so after a minute or so, he pulled out again, and she protested.

But he turned her around on her knees, and she sighed as he slid back inside her all the way from behind her. He could last longer without having to see her breasts bouncing with his movements, and he was so deep into her this way, he could go even faster, and she came, he could feel it inside her and hear her, so he went a little harder, and little faster and she did again, and again, and then, he was almost ready, she stopped him again. "I want to see your face," she said.

So he turned her back around and, once again, thrust inside her on the bed, watching him, wanting him to do it now. She stared right into his eyes, hot and ready for him, hands in her hair, never losing eye contact.

"Come on...you know you want to," she said.

"Don't," he said. It was hard enough to stop.

"You cant hold back anymore, can you," she was whispering this while he was trying so hard to hold on to control, but it was slipping.

"You're going to cum now, aren't you," and she said his name. That was it. And she knew it.

So she said it more.

"Do it for me." And she said his name again.

And his control was gone, and he tried to stop, to hold off, to do anything but that, but he couldn't and got faster and faster until she was too, hands pulling the sheets off his bed with the strength of it and then he was finished.

And she smiled.

He collapsed next to her, arms wrapped around her. And they finally slept - but did not need to dream.

The End

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