I'm not exactly up with the times when it comes to technology. I just got an iPod for Christmas, but it has turned out to be my favorite new toy! Well, of the non-sexual variety. Anyway, I love to sing like I'm a rock star while I'm driving. During one such "concert" the idea for this story came together. I was listening to a song by Cher and I've included a few hints as to the title of the song. Brownie points to you if you can figure out what song I was inspired by! Also, the last several stories were ones that I already had in my repertoire, but this is a brand new one! I really like the way it turned out. I hope y'all do too!
Loud and off key singing greeted him as he walked in the door. He loosened his tie as he followed the noise to the bedroom door. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the door frame and simply watched.
His lover was dancing around the bedroom using her iPod as a microphone. Her eyes were closed and she was singing at the top of her lungs some song by Cher – something about a prayer. He didn't have a prayer as he watched her spinning and shaking her lush curves in pink and purple striped panties and one of his white dress shirts she'd commandeered. Every time she'd raise her arms the hem would allow him a glimpse of her panties-covered bottom. He did so enjoy her ass.
Just as he was fixing his gaze on that ass, she turned and spotted him watching her. She let out a screech and immediately tried to pretend she hadn't just been doing her best pop star dance. He chuckled and started toward her. Her cheeks flaming, she turned and presented him her back. He slipped his arms around her – his forearm pressing under her breasts.
“Don't stop on my account.” he whispered as he moved a silky lock of hair behind her ear. For a moment she was still and he wondered if her embarrassment was going to get the best of her. Then she pushed her generous curves back against him. Slowly she began to rock her hips. Bringing his hands to her hips, he slowly began to bunch the crisp cotton, exposing her soft thighs and those panties.
For several minutes they moved in an erotic dance, stroking and teasing. His cock was a firm pressure against her thinly covered ass. She rocked back against his cock, lifting on her toes to stroke him. Letting a soft sigh pass her lips, she turned in his arms.
“Hey yourself. Isn't that my shirt?”
She smiled and backed out of his embrace. Playing with the top button she chewed her bottom lip and gave him a saucy wink.
“Yeah. Want it back?” she teased as the first button slipped free. As her fingers moved from one button to the next his cock throbbed with each glimpse of her breasts and the curve of her soft belly. With a shrug the shirt became a heap of material around her feet. She loved watching his eyes darken as he took in her almost naked form.
“If you want it then come take it.”
The low growl in his throat as he advanced on her said he knew she wasn't talking about a shirt. Coming closer, his hands closed around her upper arms. She gasped at the tightness. Turning her around, he urged her up on the bed. His fingers trailed down her back stropping at the edge of her panties. She wiggled against his hands.
She turned her head to watch him, but she obeyed and stayed on her hands and knees. He quickly rid himself of his shirt, pants, and briefs. His cock was jutting away from his stomach; a shine already forming on the tip. Licking her lips she stared greedily at his cock.
Her pout gave way to a smile as he moved behind her. Leaning down he trailed wet, eating kisses along her back. His tongue sent licks of fire straight to her pussy. He nibbled along the band of her panties; his hands stroking down the side of her thighs.
“Take them off me.”
“Okay, I'll take them off.”
“I said no.”
He punctuated the command with a sharp slap on her ass. She reached down and slid the wet crotch of her panties to the side. The slide of fabric across her swollen flesh pulled a moan from her throat. Reaching between her thighs she slowly spread her folds; opening herself to him. Her clit was swollen and pink, pulsing gently. His fingers dug into her ass.
“Like it? My pretty little puss?”
She stroked herself slowly and deliberately. Her words had the desired effect. He slid his hands up her back and around to cup her aching breasts. Rolling her nipples, he filled her with a swift stroke. She cried out his name and he groaned as her wet, tight pussy surrounded him. He was hot and thick inside of her.
Quickly catching his rhythm, she rocked back on his cock. The wet sound of her pussy and the slap of his abdomen on her ass caused his control to snap. He drove harder into her body. Her back arched as the tip of his cock stroked her at just the right angle. Leaning over her, he tongued her spine, following it with a soft scrape from his teeth. Her breathing was coming harsh and fast.
He knew she was at the edge and he wasn't far behind her. Sinking his teeth deep into her shoulder he gave her what she was craving – his mark. The gesture of possession shredded her last bit of control. She throbbed around his cock; her release grabbing at him. Stiffening and holding himself deep inside of her, he growled his release into her ear.
With shaking hands he smoothed her hair off her neck and placed a gentle kiss on her temple.
“I guess you don't have to look no more.”
Giving into the soft giggles she sank to the bed.
“I guess you're right.”