Study Break

I wake up, tousle-haired and bleary-eyed, look across the room and see your face in the glow from your laptop. Even through the haze of sleep, I can see your exhaustion, the tension in your face. 

You’re still working, but I know that good work doesn’t happen after 3 am.

I slip out of the covers and cross the room. You look up and see me coming towards you, clothed only in light and shadow. You slide your chair back from your desk, and I kneel at your feet. You know what I want.  You reach out and caress my face, your knuckle coming to rest under my chin. You trace my lips with your thumb and I take it between my teeth, sucking slightly on the tip. A slow, easy smile spreads across your face and is mirrored by mine.

I lean up, my breasts pressing against your bare chest, arms twined around your neck, and kiss you. It’s a slow, lazy kiss, the kind that builds. My lips trail slowly from your mouth to your neck, across your chest, stopping pay homage to your collarbone, to each nipple. My nails follow my lips lightly.

When I reach your belt, I stop and unbuckle your pants, pulling your already hard cock free. I stroke from the tip to the base and squeeze. My tongue darts out for a taste.  And with that taste, I am lost. I envelop your cock in my mouth, stroking with lips and tongue. My hands explore every inch of exposed skin, as I continue to suck.

Your taste sets me on fire and soon I am drenched. Your cock still in my mouth, I reach down and press my fingers into my pussy. I pull them out, wet and sticky, and slip them into your mouth.  Staring into one another’s eyes, you lick and suck my fingers and plunge your cock deeper into my throat. But you want more than just a taste. 

You push me up and back, until I am sprawled across your desk, papers slipping underneath my ass. My knees fall open, my head drops back, and I feel your breath on my thighs. I quiver.  Your tongue dances across my clit, plunging briefly in my pussy, and back out. You feel so fucking good. Your fingers slip inside me and you fuck me hard and fast, all the while licking and sucking. You feel me start to tremble. My body goes rigid. Everything is happening so fast. I’m on the edge, but know better than to cum without permission. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. I’m gasping for breath. My knuckles are white from clenching the edges of the desk.

“Cum for me, little one,” you whisper against my clit.

And I cum. I cum in gushing squirts across your face, in your mouth, and still you don’t stop.  Your fingers keep fucking me as you stand and are swiftly replaced by your cock. I feel the width of you, sliding in, filling me, pressing deeper and deeper. I sit up, wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your neck. You stand, still inside me, and sit back on your chair.  My toes only just touch the floor and I ride you. 

Your hands cup my breasts. Your fingers pinch and roll my nipples, which are hard as stones under your touch. You find them with your lips and teeth, at first soft and then so hard that I cry out.  All the while my pussy slides up and down on your cock, hungry to be filled over and over again. 

Our mouths find each other. My arms wind around your neck. Yours wrap around my back, hands on my shoulders, anchoring us together as our hips snap in rhythm.  You’re so deep inside me that the line between pleasure and pain blurs. Your teeth find my neck and bite down as you cum. I shatter around you and your cum mingles with mine, soaking my pussy, spilling out. We are both drenched and trembling. 

Our breathing shallow, we rest against one another for a few moments. When we can stand, you save your work, take off the rest of your clothes, we curl up in bed, the good kind of exhausted, and sleep.