The bulge in my pants grew as I approached you from behind. You were sitting on the couch in front of the television and didn’t hear me coming. The sleek glow of your beautiful hair held my attention more so than whatever was on the screen.

Vaulting over the couch, I landed next to you with a cushioned thud. I wrapped my left arm over your shoulder. Your sideways smile at my sudden appearance warmed my heart. You returned your attention to the screen, but I could not take my eyes off you. I lovingly squeezed you tight with my left arm.

The swelling in my pants grew as I let my left hand wander beyond your shoulder and down to your left breast. I feel you snuggle into me, welcoming this advance. I cautiously give the mound of flesh a squeeze, awaiting a response.

I adore the look in your eyes as you look up at me. All I long to see is the lively glow behind your eyes, but I see so much more. Your closeness to me makes my heart beat faster. You place a hand flat on my chest.

I move my hand to the inside of your loose collar. I’m nervous, but I progress anyway. My hand finds its way back to your braless breast and I begin to knead the sensitive skin. I feel your hand slowly slide down my chest as I locate your hardening nipple with my palm.

Your hand reaches the bulge in my pants and I can feel the familiar warmness of your touch through the fabric. I take your nipple between my thumb and forefinger and begin to roll it. I feel the heat in the room rise as you respond by rubbing your hand over my crotch, the monster within attempting to burst from its fabric prison.

After a moment, you’ve had enough teasing and pull away from my hand. I watch you intently as you pull off your shirt and toss it aside, revealing the slender body underneath. I lean back as you place yourself on my lap, your ass grinding against my swelling member. You lean into me as I take your right nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as I suck on the sensitive area. I feel your hands course through my hair delicately, ensuring that I do not pull away.

I feel you gyrate your hips on my lap, stimulating the beast beneath my pants. I glance up to see your head thrust back in pleasure. The thin layers of cloth between us cannot restrain us any longer. I push you off and pull down your pants and undergarments in one swift motion. Meanwhile, you take to unbuttoning my pants.

Freeing my hardened rock, you take it in your hand as you get on your hands and knees on the couch. I gasp as your lips wrap around the head, sucking every so delicately. I reach over to your ass, feeling my way around the sensitive area between your legs.

Locating the point of interest through the trail of wetness, I tease your opening vigorously. I feel the warm sensation of your mouth move further down my shaft as I rub the folds around your hole. I throw back my head in pleasure as you retreat your mouth to the head and circle your tongue around the hypersensitive skin. I respond by plunging a finger into your wetness.

My right hand finds its way to your breast as I add another finger to your pussy, desperate to reciprocate the pleasure you’re giving me. You bob your head up and down as I thrust my fingers in and out, moving slightly faster than your pace. Still, you increase your speed. Consequently, I do as well.

It’s only a few short moments until I feel your body tense up as you clamp around my fingers, sucking deeply on my swollen extremity. My hips buck as I near the edge, but I can tell that you’re too close. I pump my fingers only twice more before your climax, yet I hold back. Your core is shaking as you continue to pump your mouth along my shaft, but I fight back my edge.

I violently pinch your nipple in my right hand, making your eyes go wide for a moment. I pull out my fingers and push you off of me, extremely aroused, but determined to hold steadfast in my solid dominance.

You look as me with a confused expression, knowing that you did not feel my hot seed shoot into your mouth or on your face. I force my epression to turn angry, despite not feeling such inside. I warp my tone into one of sternness. I ignore the sensation goring in my nether regions as I pose to you a simple question marinating in anger: “Did I give you permission to come?”