An Evening In

The door slammed, keys dropping on the table besides it. John unzipped the coat, about to slip it off his form when he glanced down. The fingertips stroked over his leg slowly, brushing further up, sliding over his thighs, to his waist. He glanced down, looking over the person knelt upon the floor. Her skin was pale, what he could see of it at that moment, unblemished. Her hair fell parted over her neck, the tattoos visible, a small copy right symbol with year, and a fairy kneeling in a different manner. The hair, pillar box red that week, fell in waves over the curve of her shoulder. Dainty hands had slid higher now, underneath his shirt, sliding over to the fastening of his pants. She slowly began to unfasten them, not allowing him the chance to move, and reached up, edging them down. Her fingertips barely brushed over his newly exposed skin, causing him to shudder as the air blew upon him. She raised up, bare breasts exposed to his view, full and beautiful. He grinned slightly.1

John remembered telling her this once. He wanted someone, who would greet him at the door, greet him in just this manner. He could feel her sweet breath over his skin, over the base of his now exposed cock, the length of it. Her reddened lips were pressed to it in a loving kiss, and he felt himself harden almost instantly. Louise now pulled his pants down entirely, letting them fall from his form. She dipped her head as they were lowered, kissing his thighs slowly, bringing her hands up and encouraging him to part his legs slightly, to allow her better access to him. John bought his hand up, slowly brushing his fingertips through her hair, playing with it as he tried to control himself and remain standing before her. Louise smiled at this, parted her lips, and pressed them just above his manhood, tip of her tongue flicking lightly at his skin.2

Deep in his throat, John groaned. He leaned back against the door, letting it support him now, and tried to lose himself in enjoyment. Her head dipped lower. Tongue flicking now over the entirety of his exposed member. Just the tip of it at first. Then lower, playing, tickling, over his balls. A shudder reverberated over his form. She went even lower now, slowly letting the tip of her tongue move over the tender spot between his balls and anus. It elicited an instant moan. He felt his fingers twisting a little more in her hair, tugging on it just a little, which she only smirked at, taking this, correctly, as encouragement. He left her lips part even further, felt one of his balls being sucked slowly, gently inside, and then again. She had pulled away but repeated the action on his other, and then moved up. 3

Precum already coated the tip of his hard cock. She could taste it as she licked with the flat of her tongue over the underside of his dick. Her tongue reached the head and Louise moaned as she tasted him, flicking it slowly over his head, allowing herself to taste it completely. Finally, when he thought she never would, she parted her lips again, and took the tip of his cock into their warmth. 4

John groaned instantly. He could feel her lips curving in a smile, she loved to be the one to cause him to groan, to know she was causing him pleasure. She started to suck, as he felt her hands once again travelling over his legs, up his thighs, this time at the back. He had been looking down at her, watching her take his cock into her perfect, full mouth. An extremely desirable sight, but now he could barely keep his eyes open. John closed them, heavy with lust, and leaned heavily against the door now, totally allowing her to take over him, something he never, ever did. Her fingers brushed over the cheeks of his ass, they slid slowly around, and he felt the tip of one of them brushing that sensitive bit of skin again, causing him to twitch and thrust a little more into her mouth.5

Louise instantly swallowed back, she was not just sucking now, but swallowing his cock slowly, letting more and more of it be enveloped with warmth. Even as her finger went higher, teasing between his ass cheeks, caressing at the hole there, he was still thinking of how great it was to feel the head of his dick hit the back of her throat. She eased her throat around it, and sucked a little harder now, listening for the melodic sound of his moaning, seeing this only as encouragement, and applause. Into his head popped only the thought of fucking her. Of taking her right then and there. Not her pussy, but her mouth. He wanted to let her know who was in charge, and his grip upon her hair tightened reflexively. But he also did not want to give up all on she was doing, and so for now he held himself in check.6

Her tongue began to swirl around his cock. She massaged him with it, almost expertly and he felt it twitching in response. He knew she had felt it too, because now she softened her sucking, ensuring that he would not cum too fast, she definitely did not want that. Now the teasing of his asshole became more brutal. She began to push the tip of her finger slowly into the unduplicated hole, Just the tip of it, wiggling it a little bit teasingly. He gasped, and bucked. His cock hit resistance in her throat, and in her nose which hit his body. He groaned deeply in pleasure, music to her ears, and she sucked harder now. There was no more keeping still. He began to buck his hips in and out of her mouth, holding onto her hair, and forcing her to take it. He need not have, she took it gladly. Sucking hard and allowing her tongue to spin circles around his cock as she tasted him, her lips clamping around him and a moan escaping from Louise, causing them to vibrate, a different sensation.7

The last sensation was all he needed. With her finger slipping firmly into place, a slight tickle over his prostate, and her tongue massaging him so well, he let out a harsh, guttural grunt, and came. Thick, hot cum, spewed into her mouth, coating her throat, as she pulled back a little, it began to push at the corner of her lips, and she took her other hand now, pushing it back into her mouth. He gave way, leaning back against the door again and allowing his fingers to unfurl from her hair. She pulled back, licking her lips, and smiling, watching him breath deeply. Louise stood, slowly, and pressed her naked form close to Johns. Leaning in she pressed her lips against the edge of his, and smiled. 8

“Welcome home, Sexy.” 9

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He was so glad they lived alone now. Before, he would never have had a greeting like that, but having her crawl to him, naked, immediately taking him. He smirked at the thought, a fantasy fulfilled. He stepped out of his pants, and moved to remove the rest of his clothing. Although outside had been cold, and inside their apartment was not particularly hot, he was, and shedding them, felt great. “Just a drink.” He stated with a nod, watching as Louise sashayed off towards the kitchen. She moved her hips as she walked, pretty much upon her tiptoes. It gave a great view of his ass. She always looked like she was dancing, and he appreciated the little show that he knew was just for him. John moved further into the room and over towards the chair, sitting himself down in front of it, and leaning forward only to pick up the controller for the game he had been playing in the morning, before he had had got go out. 11

Louise came back, ice cold drink in her hand, she held it close to her chest, almost upon her breast, almost upon her nipples. He glanced at her only momentarily, but for that moment it was enough. Taking in the curve of her ample bosom, the tightness of her nipples as the cold bottle leaned against them. He swallowed, and looked back attempting to focus upon the screen, wanting to hit his tired cock and tell it to wake back up again, immediately. It was a pity it did not. She stepped in front of the television screen, but only for a moment. John looked up, and reached out to take the open beer from her hands, giving her nipple a little tweak as he did. He wanted her there, but he also wanted to send her to get the clamps and put them on right then, knowing it would hurt more, but knowing she would enjoy it. But he also wanted her there. Right there, too much. 12

John took a swig of the beer, letting the cold liquid soothe his form, and looked towards her, a smile curving his lips. “Come here” He said softly, lovingly, opening his arms to cement the invitation. She immediately slipped into them, relishing the feeling of his hands over her skin, his arms, and then that connection with his chest. Her body slid into his lap, her head falling immediately to his shoulder, and she lifted her legs, settling over them and curling into his form completely as he put his arms around her now, and turned the tv on to whatever channel happened to appear first. He had better things to focus upon right then than what happened to be on television that night. She closed her eyes, and relaxed. 13

“So how was your day?” Her voice was gentle, sweet. He smiled at it and melted into the chair enjoying feeling her soft curves pushed so perfectly against his form. That would never get old. And if he got a greeting like that every day. He had not answered the question, already he was distracted so Louise opened her eyes. The brown orbs glistened in the light from the lamp, they kind of twinkled as she looked at him, a gentle and loving look. He knew that was only perception, no one could really have a ‘loving look’, but he did feel that love. She slid her hand slowly up, over his chest, her fingertips toying over it, causing him to shudder again. He looked from her eyes, to the full and reddened lips, he was sure she had been biting all day. She always did that when she was turned on, caused her lips to flow with blood, pumping them up and making them just that bit more luscious. He then let his eyes trace lower, over her breasts, looking to the nipples again, and then her stomach, and finally…Louise shifted softly, turning into him a bit more, lifting her legs up a little and letting her self curl in a slightly better position, a more exposing position. He smirked at the silent invitation, his hand falling to her stomach and fingers trailing down slowly to her pussy, thighs parting without a word, as he began to stroke her slit. 14

“It was just a long day” He said softly, looking back up to her, focusing upon her face as he began to toy with the lips of her pussy. He could already feel her wetness. Had she gotten so turned on just giving him pleasure the doorway? He was definitely going to have to make that a permanent greeting. Louise was trying to keep composed, he could tell. She was smiling at him, looking at him as you would someone you were still very much in love with, anywhere. But he could see her eyes clouding over in pleasure, and the whiteness of her tooth formed a sharp contrast upon her lip as she bit. She was starting to enjoy it. Her fingers had stopped their rhythm stroking of his chest and were now resting upon his shoulder, curling around it slowly as she tried her best not to buck her hips and encourage him to do even more, and now. 15

He slowly allowed two fingers to part the lips of her pussy, taking a moment to glance down to the glistening folds. “And how was your day?” He asked again, with a gentle clearing of his throat, attempting to keep his voice completely under control, even as he looked. She worked from home, writing afforded her that luxury, and he was glad of it. Most of the time he came home to her very scantily clad, or like today, completely naked, and as long as she was not in an artistic flurry, he knew he could interrupted her relieve all the stress of the day. He touched her clit, feeling the hard, slick nub, watching her twitch in his lap in response, as she too tried to control her slowly increasing breathing. 16

“It…” She faltered. It was understandable, Johns finger was now slowly circling her hole, gently dipping in and out, teasing her. He wondered how long he could continue before she begged him for some sort of release. Before she told him to stop teasing her, to let her cum, to do anything he wanted to her. She usually held out for a reasonable amount of time, but he guessed form her hello that she had spent a lot of the day thinking about when he would come home, and tonight, maybe tonight he could make her cry and beg and scream for him as often as he wanted. She swallowed back the moan that was forming in her throat, stopped her eyes from flickering to a close, just, and then answered. “It was good, I…got some writing done. That’s good.” She nodded., and he slipped a finger in to the second knuckle, and stroked her from the inside.17

“I’m glad, maybe I can read some, give you an opinion? Would you like to go and get it?” He asked, starting to remove his finger, but Louise’s hips instantly moved upwards, forcing his finger to stay inside of her, encouraging him to continue his actions. 18

“It’s…not ready yet.” She said again, with a nod, and now turned her head into his shoulder, gently kissing at his skin, and letting out what he thought was the quietest little moan of pleasure. He smiled, and bent his head, nipping her shoulder, nudging her head to the side, kissing her neck, letting the tip of his tongue just slowly flick upon the spot. A second finger had just slipped over her pussy, and was now joining the first, sliding inside of her. He felt her muscles squeeze around his fingers and grinned at this, making sure he edged it inside of her, and began to tease her with the two of them, all his actions slow and gentle at that moment. He heard Louise once again moan in pleasure, quiet against his skin, but loud enough for him to know that he was really starting to please her.19

“That doesn’t matter, I’m sure its great. Let me have a look…” He continued, his lips travelling higher. She could hear his voice directly in her ear now, feel his breath tickling over the skin of her neck, causing her whole body to shudder, causing goose pimples to rise upon her bare skin. He took her earlobe between his lips, his teeth, and nibbled slowly. 20

“Oh god…” She whispered, her voice shaking just as her form was, and he smirked. He knew he had one. “After.” She answered again. She was not about to get up and leave his lap, leave his hands, to just get some of her writing and show it to him. Not right then. She wanted him too much. Her hips once again moved up, forcing his two fingers all the way inside of her. But he moved his hand back, and fingers out. He slid them up, brushed her clit, and then bought his hand up a little, and slapped her wet pussy. 21

“Go and get it…” 22

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Johns grin grow as he began to read over the pages that she had completed that day. Louise was perched against the edge of her almost bare desk. He could see in the waste paper basket that there was an abundance of printed sheets, each screwed up in a steadily less determined manner before they were tossed to rest precariously atop each other. Some had fallen to the floor and were littering this space also. She had obviously been hard at work. John could guess what she was working on. Some bit or other that was particularly naughty, perhaps a love scene in the novel she was attempting, perhaps it had been a bit of erotic fiction that she did on the side for the extra cash. Either way, she was probably stuck. Her experiences with him, he was sure, always unblocked her thoughts on these occasions. Perhaps in Louise’s mind they were actually characters in her book, and that was what was unfolding, the scene she was about to write. John definitely did not mind that, though he did hope that when she wrote the murder, she did not try to get the same experience. 24

He watched, as she nervously picked at the edge of the desk. Her hands were rested just between her bare legs, which were crossed demurely at the ankles. He could still smell her arousal, see the slight glittering of her wetness upon the v of her pussy as she crossed her legs. Yet somehow as she looked down to the floor, her fiery red hair falling before her face and casting odd shadows upon it, he still saw her as innocent. Sweet, and young. She was a vixen in the bedroom, and he could tell, a perfect lady, a perfect actress, outside of it. He sat back in the bed, and opened his legs, exposing his crotch once again. The flaccid penis was now semi-hard again. From their actions a little while ago, from the smell of her juices which were on his fingertips, that were now smudging her perfect pages. Perhaps it was her words. Though Louise’s eyes were focused upon their hard wooden floor, he could see every so often that she kept glancing up towards him, towards his cock, and he could almost see her thoughts. 25

She lifted up her own hand and slipped a finger into her lips, biting lightly at it as he read. Not only was she nervous now at what he would think about her writing, but she was horny as hell. She both loved and hated it when he teased her. She wanted him, she definitely it, but the teasing and the anticipation also heightened the experience to extraordinary lengths, that she could not deny. She would tease him just as often if she could, and so how could she shout about his teasing her. Perhaps she should move forward, jump on him, slip herself close, force him to take her. Just as she was in her cloud of imagination, visualising the actions before she did them, thinking of how he would react, thinking of how wonderful it would feel to have his cock buried deep inside of her, his voice cut through and distracted her. “Hmm?” She murmured, looking up to him and tilting her head to the side, hair falling into her eyes.26

He grinned, and set the pages down to the side, rolling closer upon the chair. “Just wondering where that bit of inspiration came from…” He said leisurely. His large hands fell upon her knees, and slowly slid up the length of her smooth thighs. Their rested upon the outside for a moment, before he slid them around, and between her legs, parting it to allow him to see the smoothness of her pussy again. Louise’s fingers curled around the edge of the desk as he did, and she put more of her weight upon it, allowing him to move her body…no, not her body, his body… as he wished. He lifted her legs up slowly now, letting her support herself, and keeping them spread, set them upon the arms of the chair, sliding even closer, so his face was almost before her pussy.27

“Tell me how you thought of it” He said softly. She could feel him breathing more heat into her already hot core. His lips were so close, they were almost brushing her wet slit. What she would not give to allow herself to let go, and twist his hair, to push his head into her now and have him make her cum, right that instant. But she knew she could not, and so she held onto the desks edge so tight that she saw her own knuckles whiten in response to the pressure she was putting upon them. She parted her lips slowly, scared of doing so in case the first thing that escaped was a moan of anticipation. Finally, satisfied that that would not be the case, she parted her lips to speak.28

“I was just thinking, that was all. What would the characters want, what would he force her to do, what would she be like in that situation. Would she want more. You know, the usual stuff. Nothing special really.” At first, her words had been confident, and strong. With her eyes closed, she could almost imagine that he was not that close to her, and that she was not that close to her prize. But by the second sentence, that was all lost. He had moved closer, his breath was intense, his lips were soft against her lips, and then, as she spoke, his tongue flicked out, and tasted her. As he bought his hand up to part her lips, and flicked her clit with his tongue, she gasped, and instantly, she was gone. No more thoughts entered her head, and no matter how many questions he asked her about her writing, she was certain she would not be able to focus upon them, there was going to be no way. 29

“Oh? And you think that she would be begging for him to take her, to bend her over the desk, to push his cock straight into her tight, waiting ass?” Each of his words were punctuated with a lick over her clit. His lips were brushing as he spoke, and his tongue teasing. His hand now slid behind her thigh, and was stroking slowly, and then around, teasing her hole. She whimpered, and this time she could not resist, her hips lifted, her pussy being pushed into his face. He chuckled against her, and slid two fingers home. 30

“Don’t stop..” She whimpered. All talk of the ongoing novel forgotten, utterly and completely. Louise’s eyes slid to a close, her head going back. She was tempted to lay back and let herself lay down upon the desk. It was hard to hold herself up, but she just managed it, for now. John pulled his fingers back out, slowly licked down and replaced them with his tongue, but only for a moment, only for one second, before he pulled back. “Would you like that?” He said with a grin. And Louise only groaned in response, shuddering at the sudden loss of his actions upon her waiting pussy. 31

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