Spoonfuls on the Couch

The worn velvet of the couch seemed to pulse with a heat that wasn’t entirely from the television. Sandra and I had made it our nightly ritual – a shared escape from the mundane, nestled together as Jay Leno or David Letterman worked their way through the evening news. Tonight, though, the familiar comfort felt different, charged with a simmering tension I couldn’t quite place. As the jokes flew by about newspaper headlines, my gaze kept drifting back to Sandra, her back pressed firmly against mine, her scent a blend of vanilla and something uniquely her. The warmth radiating from her body was intensifying, making my own muscles knot and tighten with an insistent desire. I wrapped my arm around her waist from behind, feeling the curve of her hips beneath my hand, and began gently massaging her belly. It wasn’t a forceful touch, but one meant to tease, to awaken the senses.

She giggled, her breath warm against my ear, “You alright, sweetie?” I offered a slow, knowing smile and nodded, leaning in close. My lips brushed against hers, a light, hesitant kiss that quickly escalated into something deeper, more urgent. The air crackled with unspoken anticipation. She sighed, a contented sound, and closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment. The kiss deepened, a slow, deliberate exploration, and as my hand slid up and lightly brushed her right breast, a gasp escaped her lips. She looked at me, a blush blooming on her cheeks, a silent invitation hanging in the air. “Someone missed me today,” she teased, her voice husky with desire.

“You have no idea,” I murmured, my voice low and laced with heat. My hand continued its slow, deliberate ascent, sliding beneath her silk shirt and into the soft cotton of her bra. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of touch and anticipation. As I began massaging her right nipple between my thumb and index finger, a soft moan escaped her lips, a desperate plea for more. She reached up, her fingers lightly tracing the back of my neck, circling my scalp with her fingernails, sending shivers down my spine. My own hand moved instinctively, sliding under her bra and beginning to tease the sensitive skin beneath. The air thickened with the scent of arousal, both hers and mine.

I rolled her soft nipples between my fingers, making them hard, a deliberate provocation. Her moan grew louder, more insistent, as she pressed her chest against my hand, begging for release. She tugged at my pants, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked on mine, a silent confirmation of her desire. As I pulled them down, a rush of heat flooded my senses, the anticipation building to a fever pitch. My hand reached out, pulling back her shirt and bra, exposing her full, generous breasts and small, pink nipples. I lowered my head to her chest, beginning a slow, sensual exploration, sucking gently on her collarbone and shoulder. “Ohh, Alex…” she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure, feeling the warmth of my lips against her skin. I nibbled downwards, along the top of her left breast, then, finally taking her nipple into my mouth, suckling softly, savoring the taste of her arousal. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her grip tightening on my cock as each hard suck increased her pleasure.

I flicked her nipple with my tongue, then bit down with my teeth, causing it to swell even more, intensifying her pleasure. “Ahh, baby…” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. Without warning, she pushed me off her chest, wriggling down and tugging my jeans off my hips. I helped her by slightly lifting my butt off the couch, as she flung them aside, my cock springing straight up, almost whacking her in the face. Maybe that was her intention? She took me into her hands, wrapping her small fingers around it and slowly moving them up and down my shaft. A small moan escaped my lips as she lowered her mouth down and began licking the head of my penis softly. My hand reached down and grasped a handful of her hair, pulling it softly every so often. She then took the whole length of my cock into her mouth, sucking hard and working her tongue around it. “Ohhh…” I moaned as I grasped her hair once more, making her head bob up and down on my prick hard and fast.

I thought I was going to explode there in her mouth right then and there, but she didn’t want that. Neither did I. She immediately stood up on the couch and took off her jogging shorts, showing off her pale, wet pussy to me before kneeling down and straddling my hips. Grinding herself against my cock, and then grasping it in her hand, aiming it towards her love hole. With a loud moan and a squishing noise, it slides in all the way to the hilt. She is very tight, but the lubrication made it easy for my dick to enter her folds. She begins bucking her hips, grinding her clit against me and moaning loudly as she rides my throbbing cock. I reach up and cup her breasts softly, squeezing them and pinching the nipples hard, making her scream out my name. “Alex!! Aaah-h-h!” She leans down and kisses me deeply on the lips, still grinding me with my prick buried deep within her. Her nails are scraping across my sides. We’re both moaning into the kiss, sweat pouring off our bodies. Slowly, I roll her off of me. She, without words, gets on her hands and knees, pointing her round ass towards me, spreading her legs. “Please… take me from behind…” she gasped, her voice choked with desire.

I get up and position my cock at her opening again and slide myself in, burying myself all the way to the hilt. I begin thrusting into her dripping cunt faster and harder, making the couch shake underneath us. I can feel my climax nearing as I push faster and harder into her. My hands grasp a handful of her long hair and tug lightly. I can tell she’s close to exploding as well. Her breathing is quicker, and she’s moaning loudly, screaming my name. With a few more thrusts, I shoot my seed deep inside her, coating her inner pussy walls with the thick fluid. At the same time, she arches her back and releases a flood of juices from her twitching fuckhole. We both collapse onto our couch, cuddling tightly, our bodies slick with sweat. “I love you, Sandra…” I whispered, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “And I love you, Alex…” she replied, her words soft and sweet.

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