thinking about thigh riding with james because why not

it's late. you're tired, he's tired. you've spent pretty much all day at the beach just swimming and tanning, so you're feeling thoroughly worn out in that sleepy sort of way that feels comforting.

you're fresh out the shower, hair curling against your shoulders as you pad back into the room. james is sprawled out on your bed, propped up against the headboard as he scrolls on his phone. at the sight of you, he looks up, a soft smile coming across his face instinctively. you give him a little wave, reaching for the bottle of aftersun on your bedside table and holding it up in a silent question. james nods, dropping his phone to the side.

'c'mere.' he says softly, reaching out for you. you make your way towards him, pyjama shirt swishing softly.

james pats his thighs, signaling for you to hop on. you fix him with a look. you know where this is going. he thinks he's being subtle as he shrugs innocently.

'i need to reach all of you, sweetheart.' he says. you sigh, and decide to indulge him. you swing your legs over him until you're straddling one of his thighs, settling yourself comfortably over him.

immediately, his hands fall to your hips, tugging at the waistband of your shirt. you nod, and he peels the shirt off of you, tossing it to the side, a small sigh escaping him at the sight of your bare chest. you smile - even after years together, he's still entranced by you every time.

'my eyes are up here, james.' you tease. james just laughs, popping open the bottle and starting to work the liquid into your skin. his touch is gentle, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your sore skin.

you him, tipping forward to rest your head against his shoulder. the soft scrape of his shirt against your nipples sends a small shiver of pleasure through you, and you squirm slightly.

'hold still, baby. almost done.' he murmurs, pressing an absent kiss to your temple. his hands slide up over your stomach, rubbing just under your tits. the contact has your blood thrumming, anticipation pooling between your thighs.

'did you burn up here?' he mutters, slowly dragging his hands up to brush his fingertips over your nipples, then higher, massaging the soft flesh. you hum, tilting your head to the side.

'better do it, just to be safe.' you reply, reaching up to hook your arms around his neck, toying with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. james nods solemnly, reaching up to rub gently at your tits, coating them in the aftersun. the gentle pleasure ripples through you, sharpening slightly when he pinches at your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger before letting go. you gasp softly, hips rolling forward of their own accord.

'now who's getting distracted?' he murmurs, and you can hear the smile in his voice. you roll your eyes, paying him no mind.

'you're being unfair. getting me all worked up.' you tell him. your words have the desired effect when james' grip tightens minutely on your waist.

''mm, poor thing. all worked up for me?' he says, leaning forward to press a slow line of kisses down the column of your throat and over your collarbone. his hands tighten on your hips, guiding you to start rolling your hips again.

'yeah. for you.' you affirm, giving in to the pleasure and starting to move in time with his hands.

'there you go. nice and slow, okay?' he says, squeezing at your waist when you try to speed up. a frustrated whine falls from your lips before you can stop it, and a bolt of heat shoots through you when he raises an eyebrow at you.

'give me attitude again, see what happens.'

his voice rumbles through you, and you swallow. you nod, dutifully slowing down.

'sorry.'

'it's okay, sweetheart. i know you didn't do it on purpose.' he assures you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. you let out a happy hum, slow pleasure mixing with your pleasant tiredness in a way that has you feeling more than a little floaty.

your eyes start to wander, the roll of your hips more instinct now as james basically pulls you back and forth across the wide expanse of his thigh. your gaze traces over his biceps, his chest, his pretty face. you sigh dreamily.

'see something you like, pretty girl?' he teases, voice rich and warm and only adding to the sticky heat between your legs. pleasure thrums through you in slow waves, your clit throbbing in time with your heartbeat as it rubs against the fabric of your panties.

'just you.' you say simply, not really bothering with the effort to explain yourself. your brain feels pleasantly mushy, and you're happy to let james lift you up slightly so he can pull your panties down, leaving you completely bare to him.

'such a sweet girl. thank you, baby.' he says, laughing softly at your dreamy expression. he loves when you get like this - all soft and pliant, trusting him completely to give you what you need.

'come on, focus now. want you to feel good, can you do that for me?' he asks. you pout, fixing him with a glare as you reposition yourself over his thigh.

'watch your attitude, sweetheart. otherwise you won't get anything.' he warns, pulling you down until your cunt meets the solid muscle of his thigh. the contact forces an immediate moan out of you, the slightly coarse hair rubbing with a delicious friction over your swollen clit.

''m sorry. please- need you-' you whine, hands coming up to tug at your nipples as james starts you moving again - slow, hard grinds if your hips that leave a trail of your slick over the skin. you shudder, pleasure bursting through you with every drag forwards that grinds your clit directly against him.

'i know, baby. so lovely and dumb for me- need me to do all the work for you.' he mutters, but there's fondness behind it. you nod, moaning quietly when you shift your hips to catch your clit with every thrust forward. you're so wet you can hear it now, the slick squelch of your cunt audible with every movement. james just hums appreciatively, pupils dilating at the sight of your puffy cunt.

'just like that, baby. feel good?'

you nod again, small whines and moans escaping you as pleasure builds in your core, molten and sweet against the friction of james' thigh.

'mhm- feels so good.'

james makes a noise of appreciation, flexing his thigh once and smiling when you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as you instinctively speed up to chase the friction.

'again- again, please-' you beg, pitching forward to apply more pressure on your aching clit, dragging yourself forwards over and over again as you chase that intoxicating high.

'mm, only because you asked so nicely. good girl, remembering your manners.' james agrees, allowing you to take over as you start to grind forwards more insistently, effectively humping his leg as he flexes the muscle irregularly against your soaked cunt.

'such a messy girl, too. look at that.' he clicks his tongue at you, glancing down at the (admittedly quite big) mess you're making of his thigh, your slick coating the skin and hair there and giving it a small shine that appears and disappears between your folds.

you whine, canting your hips faster now, pleasure licking up your spine and making your eyes roll back into your head as you chase your orgasm, james guiding you throughout.

'gonna cum, sweetheart? want me to help you?' he cooes, not waiting for your answer as one hand snakes back up to pinch at your tits, rolling your nipples and pinching them cruelly. your hips jerk forwards, pleasure spiking hotly through you and nudging you closer to that precipice.

'such a silly girl- needs my help to cum.' he muses, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he continues toying with your nipples. the mixture of sensations has you hurtling towards the edge, regular moans and whines falling from you as your mouth drops open.

'yes- yes, yes, yes- please, 'm so-' you say through moans, james' hand around your waist guiding you even faster now, your clit dragging against his thigh at the perfect angle, your added weight from gravity creating a pressure that makes your head spin.

'yeah, come on, pretty girl. give it to me, you can do it.' james says, hand leaving your chest to settle on your waist to move you as he pleases, knowing exactly what you need to get there.

your body locks as the pleasure peaks, burning through you as your orgasm hits. your eyes squeeze shut, heart pounding and chest heaving as you ride out your high, james' soft words falling on deaf ears as sweet pleasure floods you.

'oh, such a good girl. so proud of you, darling.' he mumbles, stroking over your hipbones as you come down.

'you with me, sweetheart?'

you shake your head, eyes still shut. you feel so sleepy, so floaty, mind high above your bedroom.

'come on, deep breaths. listen to me, okay?' he guides you through it, making you match his rhythm until you feel slightly more like a real person. you open your eyes to find him already looking at you.

'there she is. hi, baby.'

you smile, leaning forward so he can put your shirt back on for you. he doesn't bother with your panties, holding you to him as he lies back on the bed, moving you to fit against his stomach.

'i think you should never skip leg day.' you blurt suddenly. james just laughs, taking your comment in stride.