We're driving home from a work function in comfortable silence, both somewhat socially drained from mingling all night, grateful for each other's presence and appreciating every song from the playlist you set. Your fingers are playing with my hair, I have one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. You look stunning in your midi dress, but the evening was getting a bit chilly so you're wearing my jacket on your shoulders now.
After parking the car, I walk around it to open your door and hold out my hand for you to take. When we're finally inside, I gently grab your waist to stop you as you lean forward to take off your heels. You straighten right away, your eyes endearingly inquisitive. I can't help but kiss your lips before I get on one knee and softly tap your left calf. You put your hand on my shoulder for balance and lift your leg up dutifully, I take your first shoe off, set your now bare foot on my bended knee and proceed to rub it. A sigh of relief escapes from your mouth as the tension you were holding unknowingly finally leaves your body. I then do the same with the other foot. I look up to see you with your eyes closed and your mouth slightly open, fully relaxed. I plant a kiss on the inside of your knee. "Mine." And you gasp as I plant another one just a bit higher and let my mouth linger there. "Mine." I start caressing the back of your standing leg, working my way up from your calf to your thigh. "Mine."
I pause and smile against your skin as I hear a whisper through uneven breaths : "All yours."
- 🐺
I'm so glad to be home with you, relieved to finally be able to reach for you with more affection than was appropriate in front of your colleagues. The quiet possessiveness you'd displayed all night - your hand on my lower back as we walked, taking my hand to lead me through the crowd, ordering my preferred drink without me having to mention it, your eyes tracing my body - reading me, those silent conversations we'd share as our eyes met while others spoke, the way you draped your jacket over my shoulders when you noticed I was getting cold, while still in conversation with your boss...all of it slowly building this deep desire to stay as close as possible, a need to be touching you, to be touched by you.
I sigh, and melt as your hands and kisses move higher up my thighs. I reach with one hand to gather some of my dress, lifting the black chiffon out of your way, while the other strokes through your hair, my deep crimson nails gently scratching your scalp. I can feel when you smile against my skin, when you're pleased with the little sighs and hums your touch is pulling from me.
By the time you reach for my panties to slide them down my legs, I'm a squirming, needy mess. Your voice is so soft and deep, sounding so calm even though I know the intensity of need beneath. I listen so carefully, lifting each foot when you ask, watching as you tuck the ruined scrap of deep red lace into your pocket. I'm so warm now, too warm, but your jacket carries your scent and I don't want shrug it off - so I reach for the zip on the side of my dress, dragging it down then carefully pulling the straps down my arms, letting the fabric slide over my breasts and down my body, pushing the dress over my hips until your hands take over and help me out of it completely. You reach for the jacket but I shake my head and slide my arms properly into the sleeves instead.
I want to keep it on..it smells of you.
You freeze for a moment, still on one knee, eyes roaming over my exposed body, wearing nothing but your clothes...
Suddenly you're up. Kissing me hard, hands in my hair, pressing me back against the front door, gripping my hips, my arse, pulling me against you, biting down my neck, sucking marks onto my breasts...fuck, I just need you closer, need more of you, I arch into your touch, and bring your hand to my mouth, immediately taking each of your fingers into my mouth, one at a time, licking and coating them, biting down on the other side of each ring and slowly dragging them off with my teeth - then letting your jewellery find a home on my hand instead.
As soon as the last ring is out of my mouth, you're pressing your bare fingers back into my mouth, forehead pressed to mine, praising and cursing, demanding. I give you everything you ask for, agree with every question. I feel dizzy with this..
Your hand leaves my mouth, and we both watch, breathing heavily as you trace it down my body, leaving trails of my spit on my skin, reaching down further and stopping just at my entrance. Your eyes find mine and you ask softly..
Do you really want me to fuck you while you wear my jacket?
I cup your jaw and kiss you with deep tendernes...
I want you to think of this the next time you wear it....
I kiss you again, slow and soft
Of how this feels... kiss
How badly we need this... kiss
I want the sound and image of me wearing this while I cum for you to haunt you when you wear it to work, when you're in a boring meeting, when you're alone in your office...kiss
It's going to be fucking torturous..
I smirk slightly against your lips
Would you prefer I take it off then?
You don't say anything. You answer by sinking two fingers in, hard and knuckle deep, growling Mine against my mouth as I gasp.
