He groaned something against her neck, teeth grazing lightly against her skin, but she couldn't make out words and supposed she probably wasn't meant to. They hardly needed them anyway, so she moaned at the sensation as an answer, and arched to give Mike more access. Her breath was coming in shorter pants as Mike traced kisses along the edge of the scoop of the neck of her dress, slipping his hands down to her thighs. As he reached the skin over her heart with his lips, he pushed the hem of her dress up, past her hips and let the slight stretch of the zip-less tunic do its work; Sam lifted her arms and Mike threw it behind him, grinning up at her. He smoothed his palms over her waist, around and up her back, watching her eyelids flutter and feeling the delicate arch of her back and the flex of her hips against his.
Sam felt the contrast to their frantic tumble last night and grinned; Mike was showing some hidden depths of late, and with every new little thing she discovered she only loved him more. He raised an eyebrow, a smug little smile on his face as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, and cupped one of her breasts as he reached around to unhook her bra.
The slow burn of his touches had her remarkably worked up and the first contact of his tongue (with a flash of teeth, just how she liked it) against her left nipple had her whimpering and grinding her hips down against his. Even through the denim she could feel his erection and she was really done with slow.
She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back into the sofa, putting her own weight forward on her knees to create some space for Mike to lift his hips. He looked at her questioningly until she reached between them and opened the button on his jeans, carefully sliding the zipper down and encouraging him to lift up so she could slide the denim off his hips.
He'd taken to going without boxers beneath his jeans of late; she was always thankful at moments such as these.
She took him in hand - her turn to watch as his head tipped back against the back of the sofa and he swallowed thickly, throat bobbing and looking positively bitable - and moved her hips back down, years of practice and her months of intimate knowledge of Mike's body allowing her to easily position her hips and control the slow slide of him inside her. She couldn't help the deep sigh as she settled herself (the tight fill of him inside her always welcome) and she placed her hands on his shoulders to get her balance. Mike's warm hands settled on her waist, their sharp and uneven breaths meeting as they kissed again, their tongues a lazy slide against one another. With a squeeze of her hands the only warning, she began to lift her hips, Mike guiding her movements with a moan of approval.
She laughed breathily as he guided her hips forcefully down again, encouraging her to fuck herself on him as she liked. She obliged, dragging her fingernails across the backs of his shoulderblades as she all but lifted her body off his cock and slammed back down again, and again, and again. It was hell on her thighs - the sofa cushions were not designed with sex-support in mind - but the worshipful look on Mike's face, which warred delightfully with the aggressive and lusty glare, was enough to make her put it out of her mind. She'd deal with the inevitable aches tomorrow, and have the added bonus of thinking about this moment while she clenched the tired muscles gingerly under her desk.
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Re: UNPROMPTED: Sofa Sex Smike, NC-17 (2/3)
Date: 2011-11-08 08:52 pm (UTC)Sam felt the contrast to their frantic tumble last night and grinned; Mike was showing some hidden depths of late, and with every new little thing she discovered she only loved him more. He raised an eyebrow, a smug little smile on his face as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, and cupped one of her breasts as he reached around to unhook her bra.
The slow burn of his touches had her remarkably worked up and the first contact of his tongue (with a flash of teeth, just how she liked it) against her left nipple had her whimpering and grinding her hips down against his. Even through the denim she could feel his erection and she was really done with slow.
She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back into the sofa, putting her own weight forward on her knees to create some space for Mike to lift his hips. He looked at her questioningly until she reached between them and opened the button on his jeans, carefully sliding the zipper down and encouraging him to lift up so she could slide the denim off his hips.
He'd taken to going without boxers beneath his jeans of late; she was always thankful at moments such as these.
She took him in hand - her turn to watch as his head tipped back against the back of the sofa and he swallowed thickly, throat bobbing and looking positively bitable - and moved her hips back down, years of practice and her months of intimate knowledge of Mike's body allowing her to easily position her hips and control the slow slide of him inside her. She couldn't help the deep sigh as she settled herself (the tight fill of him inside her always welcome) and she placed her hands on his shoulders to get her balance. Mike's warm hands settled on her waist, their sharp and uneven breaths meeting as they kissed again, their tongues a lazy slide against one another. With a squeeze of her hands the only warning, she began to lift her hips, Mike guiding her movements with a moan of approval.
She laughed breathily as he guided her hips forcefully down again, encouraging her to fuck herself on him as she liked. She obliged, dragging her fingernails across the backs of his shoulderblades as she all but lifted her body off his cock and slammed back down again, and again, and again. It was hell on her thighs - the sofa cushions were not designed with sex-support in mind - but the worshipful look on Mike's face, which warred delightfully with the aggressive and lusty glare, was enough to make her put it out of her mind. She'd deal with the inevitable aches tomorrow, and have the added bonus of thinking about this moment while she clenched the tired muscles gingerly under her desk.