The sound of the slamming of the front door breaks my reading focus. As you walk into the bedroom, I look up from where I sit on the bed. You let yourself fall onto the bed beside me and lie your head on the edge of my chest and stomach, just beneath my breasts. You drape your arms around me, and I lower my hand to softly play and stroke your hair. ''Bad day?'' I ask. I only get a grunt in response. ''Wanna talk about it?'' I still ask, but I know you probably don't. I feel the dismissive grunt more than I can hear as you muffle yourself against me. I continue reading while playing with your hair and feel you slowly relaxing against me. One of your hands roams lazily over my body, slowly making its way down to the hem of my dress. You move the rest of your body down as well while your hand hikes up the skirt. You hook your fingers on my panties and quickly pull them down my legs. ''What are you doing?'' I ask with surprised excitement. ''Just keep reading.'' You say while spreading my legs. Before I can say anything, your head is between my thighs, and your tongue is between my folds. I let out a small gasp as your tongue passes over my clit. I turn the page of my book, but about halfway down, I give up and toss it to the side.
I grab your head with both of my hands. I can't help myself as I grind my hips into your face as you take out your frustrations on my clit. I can already feel the tension building in my body. ''I'm coming.'' I pant while grabbing some of your hair in my hands. You increase the pressure even more, and my orgasm hits me hard as I writhe beneath your tongue. You keep licking and sucking until I come down again. When my grip on your hair loosens, you come back up to me. With one hand, you grab my chin before you lean in for a kiss. I can taste myself on your lips while your hand travels back down my body. First, your hand slowly trails along my wet slit, and then your fingers part my folds just before 2 of them slide into my pussy. I moan into your mouth as you finger me. The palm of your hand grinds on my clit as your fingers stroke my insides. You know exactly how to hit the right spots, and it doesn't take long before I'm heading to another climax. Your lips are still on mine, slightly muffling all my moans. My body tenses again before finding its release on your fingers.
When the waves of pleasure dissipate, I don't immediately notice the loss of your fingers inside me. I only realise when I feel the head of your cock against my entrance. Your hand moves from my chin to my neck as you slide into my pussy. I almost come again as I stretch around your cock. Your lips leave mine, but you keep your eyes locked on me. ''I want you to come on my cock, darling.'' Your voice is hoarse with need. I don't answer because those words, combined with you thrusting inside me, are enough to tip me over the edge again. You pick up your pace as my walls clench around you. One of your fingers finds my clit, and I lose count of how many times you make me come on your cock. When my final orgasm hits, your thrusts slow down. And with a last few hard thrusts, my pussy gets flooded with your cum.
You recover a lot quicker than I do, my breathing still uneven as you pull me next to you. My head lies on your chest, a mirror image of before. You even pick up the book I was reading while stroking my hair.
