mine.”
“Maybe I’m making myself hot.” He relocates his hands to my hips, pushing down as he moves his hips, grinding his hard and ready to go cock against me as he demonstrates his desires. Gasping, I wiggle and return the favor, teasing him as much as he’s teasing me, saying, “Don’t you hate that I’m wearing pajama pants right now? I do. There’s something to be said for always having a skirt on because this is fucking inconvenient.”
One of his hand leaves my hips and slips under my shirt, cupping and massaging my breast while he grinds against me again, using two fingers to pinch the nipple to make it perk up. He chuckles at my gasp, grinding against me once more before capturing my lips with his, and in what can only be described as one hot, swift, and sexy move, he adjusts position until I’m lying flat on my back on the couch with him between my legs. Our tongues continue to tangle as the hand he uses both hands to pull off my pants, spread my legs, and thrusts into me, making us both moan as he pauses once he’s as deep as he can go.
Gripping my hip with one hand again as I wrap my legs around him, I feel his other hand move behind my head and grab a fistful of hair. Dragging his mouth away, I whimper as he tugs on my hair until my neck is exposed, followed up with him kissing down my jaw before heading back toward my ear. He nips at the lobe as pulls his cock to the tip, pauses, and then plunges back in, making my back bow with the force of it and my eyes flutter shut. For a split second, I actually worry he’s going to break the couch from the force of it, and then he laughs softly into my ear.
“I don’t know what it is, Caroline, but I just realized we do a lot of fucking on couches.”
“We,” I say with a lick of my lips, enjoying the feel of him surrounding me but wishing he was still kissing me. “We do a lot of fucking in general. I didn’t notice a particular interest in couches.”
“No? Perhaps now you will now since I’ve pointed it out.” He moves again, thrusting hard enough the couch moves a little beneath us, and he full on laughs as I squeak in surprise. “Don’t worry, this couch is sturdy as hell, or at least it better be considering what I paid for it.”
“Oh god.”
“Don’t worry if it isn’t. I’ll just buy a new one and we can break that one too.”
Now I laugh as he starts kissing down my jaw and back to my lips, brushing them against mine in a soft tease as if he wants me to look at him, but I don’t since I’m pretty sure my face is flushed. “Isn’t it awkward to fuck me like this with one leg on the ground and the other squished against the back?”
“Not really. I’m rather focused on the feel of your pussy around my cock and the noises you make while we fuck.” My eyes pop open at that only to see him gazing down at me with a naughty glint in his. “There you are, beautiful. Now keep them open.”
“And if I don’t?”
His lips twitch with amusement. “Then I’ll quit fucking you, and that wouldn’t be nice for either of us, would it?”
“I can’t help if you fuck me so hard my eyes can’t stay open from the pure pleasure. Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”
“Ooh, bossy.” He tests me by thrusting hard and fast a few times, and when I keep my eyes locked on his the whole time — just fucking barely! — he leans down as he pauses again to kiss my lips and murmurs against them, “I thought about you all night last night. How you were in my bed, naked and waiting for me, and I couldn’t be with you. I’ve liked having you all to myself, and I’m going to fucking miss you sleeping with me every night.”
His statement has me sucking in a breath. “Benedict—”
“I know.” He shuts me up with the thrust of his cock and of his tongue, kissing me deep while fucking me hard, and continues talking once I’m gasping for air while he speaks as if he isn’t exerting himself at all. “I know you’re more
“Maybe I’m making myself hot.” He relocates his hands to my hips, pushing down as he moves his hips, grinding his hard and ready to go cock against me as he demonstrates his desires. Gasping, I wiggle and return the favor, teasing him as much as he’s teasing me, saying, “Don’t you hate that I’m wearing pajama pants right now? I do. There’s something to be said for always having a skirt on because this is fucking inconvenient.”
One of his hand leaves my hips and slips under my shirt, cupping and massaging my breast while he grinds against me again, using two fingers to pinch the nipple to make it perk up. He chuckles at my gasp, grinding against me once more before capturing my lips with his, and in what can only be described as one hot, swift, and sexy move, he adjusts position until I’m lying flat on my back on the couch with him between my legs. Our tongues continue to tangle as the hand he uses both hands to pull off my pants, spread my legs, and thrusts into me, making us both moan as he pauses once he’s as deep as he can go.
Gripping my hip with one hand again as I wrap my legs around him, I feel his other hand move behind my head and grab a fistful of hair. Dragging his mouth away, I whimper as he tugs on my hair until my neck is exposed, followed up with him kissing down my jaw before heading back toward my ear. He nips at the lobe as pulls his cock to the tip, pauses, and then plunges back in, making my back bow with the force of it and my eyes flutter shut. For a split second, I actually worry he’s going to break the couch from the force of it, and then he laughs softly into my ear.
“I don’t know what it is, Caroline, but I just realized we do a lot of fucking on couches.”
“We,” I say with a lick of my lips, enjoying the feel of him surrounding me but wishing he was still kissing me. “We do a lot of fucking in general. I didn’t notice a particular interest in couches.”
“No? Perhaps now you will now since I’ve pointed it out.” He moves again, thrusting hard enough the couch moves a little beneath us, and he full on laughs as I squeak in surprise. “Don’t worry, this couch is sturdy as hell, or at least it better be considering what I paid for it.”
“Oh god.”
“Don’t worry if it isn’t. I’ll just buy a new one and we can break that one too.”
Now I laugh as he starts kissing down my jaw and back to my lips, brushing them against mine in a soft tease as if he wants me to look at him, but I don’t since I’m pretty sure my face is flushed. “Isn’t it awkward to fuck me like this with one leg on the ground and the other squished against the back?”
“Not really. I’m rather focused on the feel of your pussy around my cock and the noises you make while we fuck.” My eyes pop open at that only to see him gazing down at me with a naughty glint in his. “There you are, beautiful. Now keep them open.”
“And if I don’t?”
His lips twitch with amusement. “Then I’ll quit fucking you, and that wouldn’t be nice for either of us, would it?”
“I can’t help if you fuck me so hard my eyes can’t stay open from the pure pleasure. Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”
“Ooh, bossy.” He tests me by thrusting hard and fast a few times, and when I keep my eyes locked on his the whole time — just fucking barely! — he leans down as he pauses again to kiss my lips and murmurs against them, “I thought about you all night last night. How you were in my bed, naked and waiting for me, and I couldn’t be with you. I’ve liked having you all to myself, and I’m going to fucking miss you sleeping with me every night.”
His statement has me sucking in a breath. “Benedict—”
“I know.” He shuts me up with the thrust of his cock and of his tongue, kissing me deep while fucking me hard, and continues talking once I’m gasping for air while he speaks as if he isn’t exerting himself at all. “I know you’re more
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