Fucking With Our Clothes On

I flopped onto the bed to catch a little break from all of our events, with my legs dangling off the side. The week had been absolutely non-stop. Between work, school, family events and family illnesses, we had been running back and forth across the city, catching moments of alone time whenever we could.

Andy had followed me into the room but hadn’t dared lie down on the bed or else he might have fallen asleep – work, study & family was wearing on him the most.

“Okay my love,” he said to me, letting out a sigh, “let’s start prepping for the next thing.”

He stepped between my legs and bent over to give me a quick kiss. I could feel the weight of him press on top of me and suddenly it was like my body had been lit on fire. “Fuck me,” I said – no questions about it – just a sudden urge to be closer to him – to feel him inside of me.

Andy unbuttoned his pants like he’d been waiting for my command. I slid off my leggings but kept everything else on. His mouth hovered over my underwear, breathing warm air through the material and onto my labia. It was a guaranteed way to get me wet – feeling his warmth on my body without the intensity of direct contact. His hands started freely roaming my body – under my shirt, under my bra, under the back of my underwear.

He was already hard because, if I’m honest, it doesn’t take much to get him hard, even after four years of the same body pressing up against him. Just the image of me, with my knee-high socks and oversized sweatshirt was enough to do him in.

He searched our drawer for a condom as I pushed my underwear to the side. It had been a while since we’d just gone straight to fucking – no hands, no mouths, just his body inserted into mine. Feeling his body get closer to mine. Feeling his body be inside of mine.

The feeling of him sliding into me released my tension. My body relaxed as he got deeper and pressed against my G-spot. The angle from the side of the bed allowed him to go quickly and deeply and rhythmically hit the right spot for me. My body lurched forward, grasping onto his neck as his hands found their way around my waist. We stayed like that, my back raised slightly above the bed, my mouth covering his neck – kissing, licking, biting, as his hips ground into me.

My legs rested on his shoulders as he passed me a vibrator and a drop of lube from the nightstand. He pulled up my shirt and pulled down my bra so his tongue could feel my nipples. With one hand grabbing his butt and my other hand in control of the vibrator, his bites sent my body spinning ahead of my mind.

His body tensed as he focused on his strokes, making sure to keep the same pattern – the look on my face must have given me away.

His hands were still groping under my shirt and my underwear was now rubbing against the side of his penis. The strength and deepness of his fucking against my G-spot made me let out a scream, my body gripping his body even harder.

He pulled out as I finished, taking off the condom and hovering over me as he fiercely stroked himself. One of my hands pulled him closer and the other one wandered to his perineum. His cum poured out, intentionally landing on my underwear. My underwear – already dirty from my juices – were now dirty from his too.

“I guess we should clean those up,” he said as he slid them off of me. Taking one last minute away from the reality of our week, he inhaled my post-sex smell, kissed me, and tossed my underwear in the laundry pile.