Sable buried her head in Paul’s chest after she came, tremors from pleasure shook both of them as he caressed her nipple.
His pants were still zipped up but she wanted him so bad, she reached between the two of them. The aura of his erection was so powerful, that she wanted to savor it almost as much as she wanted him inside of her. Looking at him on her screen when they Face Timed made her mouth water. He was so sexy, and she knew what he felt like. What he smelled like. What he tasted like.
She had not told him that she had gotten a flight so she could be there for his birthday. Sable just showed up on his doorstep after work, and he let her in.
Now she wanted to let him in, deep inside of her.
Paul kissed the nape of her neck, and she groaned. Her grip burst through the aura of his erection.
“Please,” she whispered so low, if her hand was not on him he could not have known what she meant.
The sound of his zipper made her clench with desire, and she would have touched herself but he was going to be inside of her. He had not been inside of her since that first night and she was not able to forget how he felt, how they felt together.
Sable took the first bit of him inside of her as she readjusted herself on his lap. When she settled and moved, he grabbed her breast pulling at her nipple before his hand creeped up to her neck—she liked that—and he squeezed before he pulled her hair.
He knew all of her hot spots, it was too much as they both fought for control of her clit with knowing fingers. He had seen her enough—he knew what to do.
He made her come so hard that she thought it was her birthday, as she gasped and gripped his thighs for dear life.
Today I am writing for the AMAZING Smutathon! We are writers writing smut to support a great cause, please find out more here. And read more smut here!
This is my fourth story–you can read the first one here, the second one here and the third one here. All four smell out “SMUT” with the first letter of the title of each post!
