Smiling, she returned her attention to the
papers, pretending to be oblivious to the toe wrestling. She
finally managed to get the upper hand, though, and pinch his
toe.
“ Ow! Woman! Don’t you see
I’m working here?”
“ You’re distracting me,”
Chelsey said a little testily.
“ Well, if you’d quit
staring at my cock you might be able to concentrate,” he retorted,
laughter threading his voice.
“ I wasn’t staring at …!”
She glanced at the part under discussion, though, when he brought
it to mind and discovered he’d dragged it out of his pants and was
waving it at her. She laughed. “You are such a pervert! Quit waving it at
me! I’m trying to focus here.”
“ I’m down to three papers.
I’m warming up.”
Mildly irritated when she’d counted
her own and discovered she still had ten left, she wrestled with
her conscience for a moment and finally surged upward, dropping the
papers and pen on the floor. Settling between his legs, she curled
her fingers around his cock and leaned down to suck the head and
swirl her tongue around the ridge below it. “What are you doing?”
he asked a little breathlessly, threading his fingers through her
hair as he cupped the back of her skull.
“ Tooting your horn,” she
said when she released it. “Let’s see if I can play Dixie on this
….”
The heat that had been simmering
inside her from his nearly constant teasing and banter caught flame
as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth, stroking it with
her hands to stimulate everything she couldn’t get into her mouth.
The catches in his breath, the faint grunts he didn’t even seem
aware of, the lift of his hips as if he couldn’t hold still
thrilled her, adding to the building pleasure inside her and the
heat.
He allowed her to carry him almost to
the point of coming and then abruptly grabbed her beneath her arms,
hauling her up his length. She lifted her head to stare at him
dizzily, accusingly, for depriving her of the satisfaction of
bringing him off with her mouth. He released her, spearing his
fingers in her hair as she collapsed against his chest, dragging
her face close enough to his to fasten his mouth hungrily over
hers. He sucked at her lips, thrust his tongue into her mouth and
raked it restlessly along hers and then sucked at her tongue a
little frantically when she lifted it to twine it with
his.
Reaching down, he grabbed the hem of
her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, breaking from her
lips only long enough to rid her of it completely. Discovering his
own shirt was still between them, he lifted up and broke the kiss
long enough to drag it off and then coiled his arms around her to
bring her tightly against his chest, nuzzling his face against her
neck and exploring it with his lips. He plucked at her earlobe when
he discovered it and then sucked it, strumming his hands along her
back restlessly, kneading the flesh and then pressing her closer to
feel the brush of her nipples against his bare chest as she moved
feverishly within his arms.
He made his way to her buttocks after
a few moments, cupping them and pressing her tightly against his
erection. Releasing her after a moment, he tried to shove his hands
down inside her pants. When he couldn’t, he transferred his
attention to the front snap and zipper, tugging at them until he’d
loosened her jeans. He shoved one hand down the front and one down
the back, trying to cup a buttock and explore her cleft at the same
time. Realizing he didn’t have much maneuvering room, he pulled his
hands out again, hooked his thumbs on the waist of her jeans and
tried to peel them down her hips.
He was only moderately successful.
Clearly on a mission now, he pushed her up to her knees, sat up and
carried her down on her back, and then got on his knees, grabbed
her jeans and hauled them and her panties off, dragging her halfway
down the couch in the process. Pitching the jeans and panties
aside, he caught her waist, shoved her