Sexy Voyeurism Short Story
Couples Erotica by Patrick Rider
I want to feel your lips against mine. Carefully kissing you as I stroke your face. Our lips separate as our tongues meet, rolling together, my hands searching as they move down your neck and down to your waist, pulling you in closer. Kissing you deeply a final time, my kisses move across your face and down your neck, licking and nibbling as well. My hands find their way under your top, scratching lightly against your lower back and sides.
Pulling your top off, I find your lips again with mine as my hands burn hot with the feeling of your body against them, instinctively going for your breasts to cup.
Pulling you into the bedroom, I grin slyly. The room is brightly lit, as it's the middle of the day. The blinds are pulled up on the large windows, exposing us to the busy intersection outside of my apartment. My face is red with excitement and my heart races so fast it feels like it's about to burst from my chest. Pulling off my own shirt, I lower my pants and kick them off while on my knees. Inching in, I unbutton your bottoms and lower them carefully, finding time to kiss your thighs and scratch them as I did your back.
Slowly standing back up, I don't rush as I pay attention to your body with my own. Kissing, licking, nibbling, rubbing. I reach around to relieve your breasts from your bra, letting it drop. Groping your left breast, trying to keep the slow pace, my tongue and mouth find an erect nipple and take it in. I flick at it with my tongue as my hand and fingers play with the other nipple. circling it with a finger. Two fingers pull the one nipple as I bite on the other.
Lowering you on to the bed with almost a push, your legs hang off the end of the bed. I lower myself between them. My face finds what it's looking for, I separate you legs and find your clit. I push myself in as I find its base and flick my tongue as I did your breast. Side to side. Up and down. Back and forth. I use my hands to pull you further apart and I bite lightly on it.
Almost impatiently, I come up from you and put you further up the bed, kissing you hard, intending to share your taste. Our eyes connect, our breathing becoming quicker in anticipation as I slide myself inside of you, slow and deep. I hear you take a deep breath when it happens, and the sound makes me smile. I thrust slowly into you, the movements accentuate the feel of every curve inside your body. My lips return to your neck and my hands to your body as they feel about for you, making a rhythm out of each push up into you.
My breathing turns into words, which start as whispers and quickly become desperate. I tell you how I'm going to fuck you. How I'm going to make you sore. I tell you how I'm going to mark you with my nails and teeth. I tell you I'm going to make your body white when I come. How I'm going to force your throat around my dick. I reach for the base of your hair and pull, asking you questions about how you want it, what you want, knowing that to every question, no matter how perverse, the answer will be "Yes."
I pull from you and have you turn over to your hands and knees, facing the window beyond my headboard. Grabbing the frame, I enter you again. It is only then that we notice the attention we have garnered from outside. People are slowing down as they walk by, peering in, and some are simply standing there, gawking, taking it in. It makes me want to fuck you harder. I hold your waist as I thrust again, now hard, fast, and deep inside you.
My hands are almost impossible to control as they reach all around you. From a pull at your hair, to a grip on your shoulder, a reach around to feel your soft breasts, to a few sudden slaps to your ass.
My breathing becomes labored, my body at its peak. I tense and lose all control, and release myself inside of you with continued, piercing thrusts. I let out a long groan of absolute pleasure when it happens, your pussy feeling wet around me as we collapse onto each other.
Originally published August 2009