Bad Idea

As I drift off to sleep, you carefully slide into your bed behind me, setting your hand on my hip. Your touch wakes me immediately, though the alcohol still coursing through me drags me down a drowsy road. I place my hand on yours, but you draw it away, trailing it over my ass to rest it on my thigh, giving it a squeeze.

No words. Just actions. Have we ever needed words, though?

Your fingers tickle my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they dance their way down between my legs to caress my inner thigh. The touch sends a jolt through my center and, combined with your earlier teasing throughout the night, brings me right back to the world of the conscious. I slightly part my legs to allow your fingers better access, but you don’t delve into my wet pussy. Instead, you push aside my panties to tease my opening before tracing a path back toward you, pausing to massage my asshole.

On instinct, eyes still closed, I move my hand back so I can lower your boxers some and rub your member slowly, taking in the silken feel of it as you kiss and nip at my neck, still moving your finger in slow, small circles. Then, before you plunge a finger inside, I angle your cock toward my pussy and wiggle up against you to slather it in my juices. You breathe out hard against my throat at the contact and give the smallest thrust to press inside me, still guided by my hand. A low gasp escapes me at the unexpected but welcome presence, and I push back against you further, so you slowly sink all the way inside of my pussy, moving your finger away from my ass.

Your fingers dig into my hips as you slowly push your cock in and out, your lips never leaving my neck as I grind back against you. The only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths as you delve as deep as possible inside me repeatedly. I reach behind me to dig my nails into your skin to urge you on, but you suddenly stop instead.

Your hands find mine and pry them from your body long enough to flip me over to face you. In the darkness, I can’t see anything, so your touch guides my way as you lift me up and set me on top of you, so I’m straddling your lap, discarding our clothes as we move silently. With your cock pressed against my pussy but not entering, I take that as my chance to grind against you slightly, rubbing myself along your dick eagerly.

You quickly put a stop to that, though, and lift me by my hips, so your cock bounces upward, angled perfectly against my opening. When you thrust up toward me, I gasp out as you fill me completely, stretching me as much as possible to accommodate you. Then, I arch my back, sitting up as I work circles around your dick still encased within me.

You sit up with me, reaching behind me to grip me by the nape of my neck with one hand. The other is buried in my hair, tugging roughly as you lick one nipple before the other, trailing up my chest with your tongue until you reach my neck, where you clamp down on my flesh with your teeth. A low moan escapes my lips, and I thread my fingers through your hair to keep you there, still grinding circles down on your dick, slowing down once you release the hold you have on my throat.

A few minutes later, your breathing grows shallow and ragged once more, and you keep your face buried in my neck as you finish inside of me. Knowing the warmth gushing inside of me is from your cum makes my pussy clamp down hard as I continue grinding down on you, both to milk you of your cum and to help finish me off as well.

In the dark, we move to the bathroom to clean up before going to sleep.