Driving The Flame

It was a glorious summer day, white iris' everywhere, ribbons and balloons. The golden ball of light in the sky was sparkling in the pool reflecting over everyone's faces. The birds were chirping, and there was a slight breeze dancing in the trees. Today was a day of love and romance for it was the wedding of our good friends Leah and Troy.

Ken had invited Stacy, his old high school flame years ago, to enjoy this wonderful event. Ken and Stacy had reunited last year and became good friends over the Internet and phone with the occasional flirting, but nothing too serious, at least not that they let on. Secretly, Stacy was extremely attracted to Ken, and wanted to pursue a more than platonic relationship. However, she has a fear that whoever she gets too serious with, she will loose. Her attraction to him was too magnetic, her stomach filled with butterflies every time she would sneak a peak at Ken, or brush her skin against his nice body.

The day was turning into evening, the sun resting in the hills, setting a nice toasted sky. Ken and Stacy had been dancing all day, listening to their own music playing in their head. She would look up to Ken's hazel eyes, and become intoxicated by his beauty. His lips begged to be kissed, but she had not done that in years, and she was afraid if she did, she would be unable to stop there. For the rest of the evening, she had her arms wrapped around his waste, head leaning on his chest, with her eyes closed. There could have been air raid sirens going off and she would not have known.

The reception was dying off and they were the last ones left, oblivious to their surroundings, when Leah comes up and taps them on the shoulder "Hey guys, uh, the club is closing and we kind of need to leave." 

Startled, Ken replies, "Oh sure, I'm sorry, I did not realize how late it was." 

Leah just smiled at the two, and whispered into Stacy's ear, "You know that he really likes you, and you guys make a cute couple, why don't you come to the hotel with us, and then you could have the limo for the night." 

Stacy's face just lit up and agreed. Ken thought this was a great idea and followed along, excited at the chance to be alone for once with Stacy.

The four of them enjoyed the luxury of the limo, drinking champagne and seeing the city, but the newlyweds were all over each other, making Ken and Stacy a little uncomfortable and full of sexual tension. The happy couple said their goodbyes, and now they were left alone, just them, the champagne, and a limo. 

"It is nice to see them so happy, I hope they make it work out, love can be so wonderful, wouldn't you agree Ken?"

"Yes, they do look happy, I miss that feeling, remember how we were back when we were young and in love, oooh the good old days."

Stacy smiled in reflection of their past memories, hours of kissing and holding each other, sitting out at night, just staring at the stars in each others arms while time swept by. "I Wanna Know", by Joe started playing on the radio, and Ken and Stacy just glared at each other, in their memories of this song. Ken poured another glass of champagne for Stacy and she decided to be bold and scoot over and sit in Ken's strong arms. This was nice and comfortable. But her body was starting to tingle all over again at being so close to his body again. She could smell his alluring cologne, Pleasures. She was starting to get turned on. Her legs curled up under her feet, making her black dress ride up to mid thigh. Ken was a little shocked when he noticed that she was wearing black stockings with a garter belt. This turned him on. 

He jokingly told her, "I see London, I see France, I see Stacy's underpants." 

This embarrassed her a little bit, but she came back with a wicked smile "What, you afraid of a little leg, I thought you had control, remember?" 

"I do, I have control, there's nothing you can do that would make me loose it either." He raspily replied in a joking voice.

"Oh reallllyyy," she says in a seductive voice, "well I bet you five bucks that I can make you loose yourself tonight."

"Just make sure you have the money honey!" he laughs.

Stacy snuggles in a little closer and places her hand on his left thigh. The smooth material of his tux makes it easy to glide along. Stacy is bit bubbly from the champagne, but that doesn't ruin her determination. She starts softly kissing the back of his neck, tracing her tongue over his ear, with some playful biting. 

She moans into his ear, "I know we have always talked about doing this on the computer, but now it's all coming true, and I am more excited at the thought of sucking your dick." 

This immediately sent shivers down his body, awakening his dick. Her hand starts to roam and explore more of his masculine body; she brings one leg over his, and gently starts to grind back and forth. By now his hands are taking over, and he slips his hands up her dress, realizing that she is wearing no panties. She lets out another moan as his hands find their way up her thigh. Now they are rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the slow music in the background. Without his realizing it, Stacy had unzipped his pants to free his pulsing dick.

In a hungry voice, she begs him to touch her breast. His hand slips down her dress and starts massaging her lovely chocolate breast. They are not that big, but not too small, about a C cup he is guessing. He tilts his head down and flicks his tongue over her little nipples until they get hard. Her hands are starting to massage his dick. He glazes into her beautiful face studying the whisper of her skin, the lights of the stars sparkling in her hazel eyes. They know there is no use trying to hold back. Their lips come together in a romantic embrace. The memories start flooding back; she has not been kissed like that since they last kissed, six years ago. What was starting out to be a simple sexual bet, was turning into more passion. They decide by now to roll up the window so the driver will not see them.

Stacy starts unbuttoning his shirt to view his chest. Her fingers ran through his hard muscles, circling around his nipples, tasting them with her tongue. He pulls his neck back in pleasure, looking down to see her hair next to his chest. 

Oh man does he want her, but he must resist, not because of the five bucks, but because he doesn't want to make her feel bad when she can't make him cum. No woman has ever been able to satisfy his thick 9 ½ dick without fucking it. He knew it wouldn't happen. But it was so tempting to let her try. He decided to enjoy this just a little bit longer before he stopped her.

Stacy kisses her way down to his stomach, kissing his belly and plays with the hairs that lead beneath his silk boxers. She can smell his aroma of manhood and she is hungry for it. But she will hold out for a little bit longer; she climbs out of his arms and sits on her knees on the floor of the limo. She gazes up to his eyes from between his legs, grabs his pants with her teeth, and pulls them down.

Her soft pink tongue licks the inside of his thighs, sucking on the sensitive skin while her hands are playing with his nipples. His dick is getting harder and his head is getting bigger. Her hands again start to massage around him, making special attention not to touch it. She goes in deeper and licks his balls getting them nice and wet, and gently blows her breath on them. Lifting them up, she starts to lick the skin below. Ken's body tenses up as waves of pleasure take over his body. 

"Relax" she tells him, "I won't hurt you." I only want to make you feel good, you deserve to feel this pleasure for once."

He submits himself to her now, not wanting to hold back anymore. Her tongue licks up from under his balls, over them and all the way up his pole to his head. It was as if she was sucking on one big lollipop. Her mouth felt so good on it. It had been over a year since a woman has sucked his dick. He had forgotten how good it could feel. She grabbed the base of his dick, her fingers not even touching over his thickness. Her mouth stretches over his large head and her tongue starts roaming under the lips of his head while her head turns in circles. 

Ken frees her hair from its clip and it cascades over his legs. Her hair is so soft and smells of cherry almond. He takes a nice whiff of it. He plays with her head as she is sucking and groping his dick, occasionally forcing her down a little deeper. She switches back and forth between sucking and pumping his dick, to kissing him and playing with his body.

Her hand slides down between her legs and finds their way to her clit. Ken can hear how wet she is and wants to feel for himself, but is unable to move, her mouth has him paralyzed in ecstasy. Knowing that he wants in on the action, she sticks her fingers in her pussy and brings them to his lips. Slowly he devours her fingers, tasting the sweet nectar, he wanted more…..needed more….and was going to get more. 

Things are going so fast and her head is spinning with lovely intoxication, she decides to stop for a while, to compose herself and stands up in the limo, sticking her head and arms out of the sunroof. This is his grand opportunity to return the sweet torture she was doing to him.

His hands caress their way up her black stockings, over the garters finding her pussy covered in short curly hair. His thumb rubs over her pussy, getting her juices and running it over her clit. Her pussy lips are swollen with desire, begging to be teased. His fingers massage her clit and his other hand massages her round plump ass. 

Stacy is in utter desire, her legs are wobbly and she can not stand, but damn it feels so good. She has had a few guys eat her pussy, but never like this, not with such delicacy, love and skill. He sucks on her clit still it gets hard and sticks his long fingers into her pussy trying to find that nice little g-spot. Still standing, she opens her legs little bit more to grant him more access. Her body is starting to slip out of control and starts grinding into his tongue. His large tongue was like silk over her clit, taking her into another world. He can feel her spasiming inside and feels the gush of her juices all over his hand, she is starting to shake and moan very loudly. 

She drops to the floor, pushes him into the seat, and greedily devours his dick. Her mouth is sucking him off something fierce, pumping him wildly. Her hand cupping his balls, gently squeezing them. She feels them getting fuller and his head getting larger, knowing he is bout to cum so hard. Her hand tightens the grip at the base of his dick to prolong his orgasm; she is not done with him yet. 

Her free hand grabs the bucket of champagne and pours it over his throbbing dick…. "OOOh that's cold!" he cries, as his body tenses up.

Her pouty mouth licks it all of, warming it up again. She again grabs the bucket, knowing what is to come, he closes his eyes awaiting the champagne. But to his amazement, she has placed an ice cube in her mouth and started to suck him again. The combination of cold and hot drives him nuts, his body is starting to jerk, sounds of pleasure and agony are escaping his mouth, and finally, yes finally, he feels that pleasure again. He starts fucking her face, his hips grinding as fast as he can. Oh Stacey is enjoying this. She knows he is about to cum and this time she lets him, so she pumps him faster and faster, and tightens her mouth on him. The first squirt of cum hits the back of her throat causing her to gag a little, there is so much that she opens her mouth and some of it spills out onto her naked breast. His body is quivering from orgasm and needs to stop. She milks his balls for the last bit of his delicious cum and eats it.

After she is done, he cleans her off with a towel from the limo, and hands her a glass of champagne. She cuddles up to him and he they kiss slowly and passionately. Yet he is still so horny and wants to pleasure her. He favors her and they end up making love until they pass out in each other's arms in the back of limo.

Consoling at the Office

"Hey, Jay, go long!" 
 
Jay laughed and trotted down the hall, looked back to catch the sponge football that Ricky threw... and ran right into Kelli. He heard her squeak and his arms went around her, pulling her against his body to keep them both from falling. 
 
"I'm sorry, Kelli. Are you okay?" He looked down at the pretty and very plump sexy woman in his arms. 
 
"I'm fine," she said with a roll of her eyes. 
 
"Don't tell the boss we were playing football in the hallway again, 'kay?" He winked and gave her a squeeze. 
 
"You two are gonna hurt somebody one of these days," she laughed. 
 
Jay noticed the blush on her cheeks and realized he was still holding her tight against him. Looking down into her pretty heart shaped face, something just made him not want to let go. The realization surprised him and he let his arms drop. "Sorry, we'll be more careful." 
 
Kelli just shook her head and walked away. 
 
*** 
 
Jay woke the next morning to find himself with a rock swollen dick against his sheets. Then he remembered he had been dreaming about Kelli. Shit. Not smart, dipping your wick in the company ink. But he couldn't deny that he had found he really liked being pressed up against her ample body the day before. Everything he touched had a soft firmness, like her beautiful breasts pressed against his chest. 
 
It had been so different from his last girlfriend. He'd been going out with a model, bony and bitchy. Kelli, on the other hand, was a sweetheart, kind and thoughtful. She was a great friend, always ready to help out around the office. He just hadn't expected his body's reaction to her soft flesh. He had always thought she was pretty, he just never even considered her as a lover. 
 
Jay was a jock in high school and still played basketball in a league. He'd always pictured himself with skinny girls. He couldn't help thinking about how different it would be to be with such a sweet, soft, delicious body after the thin, twiggy bitches he had put up with. 
 
As he thought about how it had felt to hold Kelli in his arms, his hard body pressed against her soft one, he couldn't resist reaching down and stroking his dick. What would it be like to be with someone like Kelli? Kind, sweet, thoughtful, giving? He could imagine her soft hands slowly stroking his dick, her tongue sliding along it. He stroked faster as he imagined sliding his erection into her soft pussy. With a groan, he came. 
 
Too bad she was a friend and co-worker. Sex just didn't mesh well with that. He would just have to keep his distance. 
 
*** 
 
"Jay, I'm going to be gone for the rest of the day. Keep an eye on things, huh?" the boss patted Jay on the shoulder as he passed. 
 
"Sure thing, boss man," Jay laughed. He watched as the boss walked down the hallway and thought about a little game of football. Too bad Ricky was out of the office too. He was still looking down the hall after the boss's retreating back when Kelli walked out of the ladies bathroom. 
 
He could tell from her shining eyes that she'd been trying not to cry. "Hey Kelli, what's wrong?" Jay had told himself he would keep some distance between them after his recent discovery, but he couldn't just walk away when she was so clearly upset. 
 
Kelli sniffled and shook her head, turning away. 
 
"Hey," he said softly. He snagged her by the elbow and steered her into the boss's office, closing the door behind him. "Come on, you can tell me what's wrong. Aren't we friends?" He tilted his head to meet her eyes. 
 
She gave him a watery smile. "It's silly. It's just... there's this guy I met online and we've been chatting. We were really getting along great, I thought. So we met for lunch today, and the minute he saw me, he just wasn't interested anymore. He was looking around and looking at his watch, anywhere but at me. It's not like I hid that I have some weight. I mean, I put down that I'm a voluptuous woman, but I guess he didn't take it seriously until he saw me." Her lip started to quiver and her eyes threatened to spill over again. 
 
"Hey now." Jay pulled her into his arms and held her while she sniffled. Jay felt a little surge of anger at the idiot who had treated Kelli so callously. "He's just an immature idiot. You're a beautiful and desirable woman. You're also warm and caring. Any man would be lucky to have you!" 
 
It was true, Jay thought as he rocked her in his arms, stroking her hair. She was beautiful, and soft and warm. His eyes flew open. Apparently his body agreed because he was getting hard, holding her in his arms. How to deal with this? He didn't want to let go of her and let her feel rejected for a second time in one day. Hell, he didn't want to let go of her at all, but this was dangerous. If she realized he was getting turned on, she'd probably slap him and turn him in for sexual harassment. Jay smiled. No, Kelli wouldn't do that, but she might not talk to him again and that would not make him happy. 
 
Kelli sniffled. "Do you really mean that? You're not just saying that to make me feel better? I'd rather have the truth, you know." 
 
"Of course, I mean it." Jay pulled back and looked into Kelli's eyes. He cupped her face in his hand and smiled softly at her. What if she didn't mind though? What if she was agreeable? He looked at the beautiful woman in his arms and thought of her kindness every day. The hell with it. 
 
Jay leaned down and pressed his lips softly to Kelli's. It was worth the risk. 
 
Kelli froze for a moment in surprise. Then she leaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around Jay's neck. She opened her mouth to Jay's probing tongue and their tongues danced around each other in exploration. 
 
Jay sucked gently on her bottom lip then leaned back and smiled. 
 
Kelli smiled tremulously. "Well, I'm surprised to say the least. I've never thought... of this... with us." 
 
"Honestly, me either, until yesterday. I've always thought you were a wonderful person, so kind and thoughtful. Then something just changed yesterday when I held you. It just felt right." 
 
Kelli shifted in his arms and went still. 
 
Oh, hell. Had she felt it? Had she realized? 
 
"Is that what I think it is?" Kelli asked softly. 
 
Jay felt her hand reach down between them and touch him inquisitively through his pants. He couldn't hold back a groan. His eyes slid shut. He pulled Kelli into the crook of his arm and kissed her soundly. Her hand caressed the length of his pole through his pants. Jay gasped and pulled back. "Kelli, oh God, think about what you're doing to me before this goes too far." 
 
Kelli smiled up at him teasingly. "What's too far?" 
 
"Sex," he said tersely. "Here, in this office, right now." 
 
She looked around and eyed the sofa in the corner. "The boss was going to be gone this afternoon, wasn't he?" 
 
Jay looked at her in surprise. Was she actually willing? "You're not kidding me, are you?" 
 
In reply, Kelli stepped back out of his arms and looked him directly in the eye as she began unbuttoning her grey silk blouse, revealing the soft chocolate flesh beneath. Her blouse parted to reveal a lacy pink brassiere, supporting full breasts that drew Jay like a magnet. 
 
Before he even knew what he was doing, Jay was cupping and fondling the lace bound titties. He heard Kelli giggle and realized how obsessed he must look. Sheepishly, he looked into her face and dropped his hands. 
 
Kelli dropped the blouse off her shoulders and grabbed his hands, putting them back where they had been. "I didn't mean stop!" She cupped his jaw in her own hands and pressed her lips to his. 
 
Jay slid his hands around and pulled Kelli against him, feeling for the hooks and neatly undoing the bra. He pulled it forward and stepped back to reveal the glorious view. His mouth nearly watered at the sight of the jiggling flesh and hardened dark nipples. Jay dropped the bra, cupped a breast in each hand and dipped his head to meet the nipple he lifted to his mouth. He ran the flat of his tongue across the round hardness and delighted in how it teased his tongue. 
 
Jay felt a shudder run through Kelli's body under his hands. He used every bit of his mouth to tease her nipple, swirling his tongue around it then sucking hard and pressing his lips tight around it over his teeth. 
 
Kelli moaned and Jay shifted his attention to her other nipple as he kneaded and squeezed the silken flesh in his fingers. He felt Kelli pushing at his own clothes, reaching between them to undo the buttons of his shirt and burrowing her hands beneath to get to his flesh. Reluctantly, he let her nipple slip from his mouth and turned his attention back to getting them naked. 
 
With full access, Kelli made short work of the rest of Jay's buttons and tugged the shirt from his waistband as he unbuttoned his cuffs. She was able to push his jacket and shirt off as one. Hastily, she tugged at his belt but Jay was more forcefully attacking her skirt and slip, pushing them down her hips moving her back toward the couch against the wall in the process. Kelli let go of his belt to steady herself against his arms as she was forced to step out of her skirt and slip or risk tripping. 
 
Jay peeled the waistband of her panty hose and rolled them down over Kelli's ample hips and thighs, leaving her skin bare and free to breathe. As he knelt, Jay buried his nose in her curly bush and inhaled deeply. "My God, you even smell sweet." He grabbed her hips and urged her back onto the sofa. He finished peeling off her panty hose with a flourish of his arm, tossing them to the side. 
 
Standing over Kelli and breathing raggedly, Jay looked down at the curves he had revealed and felt the urge to dive in. Kelli apparently had other ideas. 
 
She reached up and slid her splayed fingers up his stomach then back down to the pants that were unbuttoned and began to slowly lower the zipper over the bulge waiting there. She gripped the sides of his trousers and tugged down, pulling them off his boxers. 
 
Jay kicked out of his shoes and obligingly lifted his right then his left leg as Kelli brought them down to his ankles. His pants discarded, only the material of his black briefs stood between him and Kelli, but instead of pulling them down, Kelli leaned forward and rubbed her cheeks, cat like, against the bulge not exactly hidden there. Jay groaned. "Not fair." 
 
Kelli laughed and kissed his bulge before reaching up to the waistband and rolling it down to let his erection spring free. She grinned up at him and leaned forward to lick with the flat of her tongue from the base of his dick up in a quick swipe before peeling his briefs the rest of the way down. 
 
Looking down at Kelli's pretty flushed face, her hair tousled around her head and her full lips parted, Jay felt a surge of desire. God! What have I been missing? He had a feeling Kelli was going to show him. 
 
Indeed, she took his dick in her hands and began slowly exploring him with her lips and tongue. She pressed kisses up the length of him and one on the head then licked her lips. "Mmmm, you taste so good." She sucked the head of his dick into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it then rubbed her lips just under the crown, making little noises of pleasure in her throat and then humming mmmm's that shook him to his toes. 
 
Jay had gotten blow jobs from women in the past, but there had been more of an element of duty than pleasure. Kelli seemed to take an unusual amount of pleasure in stroking and sucking his dick. The fingertips of her right hand lightly teased up and down his pole as she sucked on the head while her left hand cupped and played with his balls. 
 
Kelli let go of the head of his dick and curled her tongue around his pole first one way then the other as she licked her way down it and back up. Then she began to blow lightly on the wet and sensitized dick. 
 
Jay slid his fingers into her hair and pulled her head gently away from him. "Enough, no more, or I'm going to cum in your mouth. I want to make love to you." 
 
Kelli looked up at him doubtfully. "I didn't bring a condom, did you?" 
 
Shit! It had been a month since Jay had seen his former girlfriend. He didn't know if he still had a condom in his pants or not. He grabbed his pants and yanked out his wallet, flinging it open. Some dollar bills, a couple cards and a little foil wrapper dropped out onto the floor. Hell Yea! He thought snatching it up and looking down at Kelli triumphantly. 
 
"Allow me," she said, with a smile. She took the little foil wrapper from him and tore it open efficiently. Holding the end with one hand, she quickly rolled it down the length of his dick and then let her hand stroke back up. 
 
As soon as she let go of him, Jay hit his knees in front of her, intent on getting to taste what he had scented earlier. He pressed Kelli's legs open and urged her closer to the edge of the couch. Looking down, he could see the juices glistening on her dark pink lips. He leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue straight up the center, then plunged in, French kissing her mound, before pulling back to explore more leisurely. 
 
"Mmmm." She was as sweet as she smelled. He couldn't imagine how a woman's pussy could taste so sweet with cinnamon. He was going to enjoy this as much as Kelli seemed to enjoy his dick. Of course, by her moaning, he assumed she was enjoying this too. 
 
Jay stroked the flesh of her inner thighs with the tips of his fingers gently as he let his tongue explore, licking up the juices she was giving him. He reached forward with one hand and slid two fingers between her velvet walls, and knew he couldn't wait to feel her clenching his dick the way she was gripping his fingers with her muscles. Dear God, don't let this be just a one off. I want so much more of this woman, he thought fervently as he gently stroked her skin with his fingers and tongue. He felt her shudder and heard Kelli cry out as she came for the first time. 
 
Jay withdrew his fingers and looked over the curve of Kelli's tummy to see her flushed face, eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure. He stood and gripped her knees, drawing them up to allow him better access as he stepped in to rub the head of his dick along her slit. 
 
Kelli opened her eyes as Jay pushed in. Her mouth went wide again as she gasped. "Oh God! Yes! You feel so good." 
 
Jay thrust all the way in and began slowly pulling out before plunging in again. "So do you," he assured her in a strained voice. That seemed so inadequate though. He thrust in again and began slowly drawing out. She felt like... ecstasy, and not the drug. Kelli moaned and Jay felt her body contract around his dick. "Oh God, yes!" 
 
It had never been like this with other women. Jay looked down at Kelli's euphoric face and felt his own orgasm break free as he thrust one more time. The orgasm shook his body and cleared his mind of all thought for several minutes. 
 
When he could think again, Jay let Kelli's legs down and gently caressed her thighs. He withdrew from her and knelt between her legs, letting his head rest on the soft pillow of her stomach. "That was... incredible. Thank you, Kelli." He turned his head and pressed kisses over her stomach. 
 
Kelli giggled. "I'd say the pleasure was mine, but I think we shared that pretty equally."

The Comfort of Sex

Two friends sitting watching a film; close together on the sofa. As they are familiar with each other, she gently leans back into him, to be more comfortable, whilst watching the screen. He lifts his arm to give her more space and lets it loosely fall over her shoulder, whilst his other arm encircles her waist. 
 
This continues in comfort and quiet for a time, until she realises that his hand is gradually stroking her stomach, sending shivers up her spine. However, she ignores it as a friendly gesture, but her breathing becomes faster. 
 
Slowly, his hand moves up her body, stopping just on her ribs, caressing her. Her heart is beating fast but she keeps as still as possible, silently willing his hand to move up further. He makes no move for a couple of minutes, which seems like an eternity to her, but eventually his finger moves and begins to touch her nipple lovingly, softly and slowly feeling it get harder. 
 
She involuntarily shifts her body closer to his, pressing her nipple against his hand, and he begins to press harder, more insistently, realising how turned on she is becoming. His hand moves to cover her breast, tweaking her nipple slightly, as if by accident, and her breath catches at the flood of warmth this causes. He leans his mouth down from behind and slowly kisses her neck, while his other arm moves across and he places his hand on her hip, embracing her skin under her top. 
 
She breathes a soft moan when his hand moves mysteriously slowly down, underneath her pants and underwear. His hand begins to gently feel her clit, alternating between her clit and below, where she is becoming gradually wetter. She can feel the tension in her building up and lifts her hand to his leg, slowly moving up to the top of his leg, stroking his inner thigh, slowly and enticingly. 
 
She lifts her face up and kisses him softly on the mouth, running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. Their kissing becomes more dire as he slowly inserts one finger in her, moving in and out slowly, his thumb gently rubbing her clit. Her hand starts to unbutton his jeans and moves down, under his boxers, avoiding his hard dick, down to stroke his inner thigh, making him moan with frustration. He adds a second finger and again she feels herself building up, knowing she is driving him crazy with frustration. 
 
She removes both their hands and turns to look at him for a long moment, gauging if this is what they should really do, but it's gone too far and she climbs on top of him, kissing him hard, while he strokes her nipples and pulls off her top. She moves her lips from his mouth, across the line of his jaw and trails kisses down his neck, his neckline, stopping to pull off his T-shirt. Her lips move down and her tongue softly flicks over his nipple, then sucks softly, before moving down his stomach. 
 
She kneels down on the floor and tugs off his jeans and boxers, while he lifts his hips to help her. She moves her tongue up his thigh slowly, while he watches her and places his hand on her head, softly stroking her hair. She finally reaches his dick and runs her tongue around the rim, making him gasp and lift his hips, pushing himself into her mouth. She moves him more and more into her mouth, flicking her tongue up and down his pole, at the same time slowly sucking the head of his dick. His hand grips her head more adamantly but gently pushes her further down. She moans softly, knowing the effect she has on him and slowly angles her throat until her mouth reaches the bottom of his dick, his hands suddenly clench and releases his hold on her head. 
 
She moves back up to the top, licking up with her tongue and around the top, then back down again, sucking harder and harder each time. At the same time, her hand reaches down between his thighs and strokes him, moving between his thighs and the bottom of his dick, in rhythm with her mouth. 
 
He eventually pulls her back up on top of him, removing her pants and underwear, inserting his fingers back into her, making her wet, while she moans with pleasure. He removes his fingers and positions her on top of him, moving the tip into her, but no more, looking her in the eyes, waiting for her to beg for him with her eyes. She gives a sob of frustration and as he places his hands on her hips, and he pushes her down on top of him, easily sliding into him and they both cry out in relief. 
 
She starts to move up and down, kissing each other intensely, his fingers stroking and pinching her nipples. He pushes his dick deeper into her, lifting his hips and pushing her down, while she feels herself building up, as he thrusts harder and faster. She is becoming tighter and tighter, her breathing more ragged and emotions out of control until he makes the one last, deep thrust and she falls over the edge, climaxing hard, throbbing for a minute. He waits for it to subside, stroking her back, whispering to her, and finally she lifts her head and smiles at him. 
 
She moves back, lying on the floor and he moves into her, kissing her neck while slowly stroking her pussy. He lifts her knee, leaning it against his chest so that his dik reaches deeper into her and she gasps in surprise and pleasure, the feeling slightly too intense after her previous climax. His hand reaches down to rub her clit while he begins to move faster, getting harder inside her, as his climax builds, and she once again starts to become wetter and tighter. He grips her wrists above her head so she can't move and fucks her harder, until he knows she is about to cum, when he finally climaxes, feeling her cum around him. 
 
Both of them collapse together, side by side. She rolls into his arms and he holds her, both lying in silence and happy contentment, enjoying each others company. Finally, they finish the film they had been watching, in a lazy and companionable silence.