Just a little something. [M/F]

It’s the little fantasies that get stuck in my head and end up dwelling there. I don’t know why I don’t share them with you, but part of me hopes that you come across this on your own.

Tonight was no exception to the little parade of thoughts that turned explicit. It starts out simple enough. I go into the kitchen for a glass of water and as I look up from having just finished filling my glass, you’re there. You smile at me and say something that gets me to smile, it really doesn’t matter what. Then, before I quite have the moment to realize what is happening, your lips are on mine. In this little fantasy of mine the water glass is somehow nonexistent from this moment. Your body presses closer to mine and pushes me up against the sink. We’re still kissing, your tongue having pushed past my lips and found my own.

I always marvel at just how warm you are, especially your hands. One has snaked its way up my shirt and is teasing one of my nipples. They’re hard just for you and you know it. You break the kiss, leaving me longing for just a little bit more. You just smile and then you’re helping me pull off my shirt. I yank at yours as well and in the end both are crumpled on the kitchen floor. Next your back and pushing your body into mine and pressing your lips back to mine. The feeling of your hard cock straining against your jeans has me aching for it. My hands push you away from me, just far enough to get at the button and zipper. You’re kissing my neck now, tracing a path from my collarbone up to my ear. I can feel the heat of it and hear your ragged breath. I love knowing that I have this effect on you.

Finally I manage to free your cock, and my hand gently grasps it. You let out one of those rare groans as I began to slowly slide my hand along the shaft. Up until that point your hands had been on my tits, groping and squeezing them, your fingers deftly toying with my sensitive nipples. Though with the addition of my hand on you, it’s suddenly not enough to just be playing with my breasts. With a new found sense of urgency you’ve moved your attention to getting my pants unbuttoned and fairly soon you’ve succeeded. My pants drop to the floor and I step from them. The first touch of your fingers on the small fabric on the crotch of my panties has me letting out a small moan.

“You’re so wet.” You whisper in my ear with that low, sexy voice of yours. And it’s true, my panties are already soaked.

My eyes shut as I feel you push aside the fabric and begin to rub at my shaved slit. My own hand continues to stroke the length of your cock. When I feel you slide a finger inside I gasp. You move it in and out of me and then move to insert another. You’ve worked up a rhythm now and I’m too caught up in the moment to do anything other than lean against you begin to kiss and suck on your collar and shoulder. Your head rests against my stomach as you quicken your pace and continue to hit all my deep, hidden spots. I’m sure the neighbors can hear my lewd moaning noises, but I don’t even care.

Before I know it you’ve got me crying out your name and cumming hard. You always manage to make me feel so good and experience such pleasure. My eyes open to look down at you with a happy, little smile. I don’t have much time to come down because you’ve stood up and begun to turn me over. I get the hint and assume position. I grip the sink as I bend over. I hear the sound of your own pants dropping. Then you’re pressed once more against me. I can feel your cock sliding along the wet, slickness of my pussy lips. I can’t take the wait any longer and I reach back to guide your cock inside me.

Once more a gasp escapes from my mouth. Then it turns into more moans and cries as I feel you begin to slam your cock deep inside me. I can hear you pant as you continue to use me and stuff me full. It feels even better to have your cock in my tight, little pussy as it moves in and out. One of your hands goes to grab my hair and give it a firm tug. The other is back on my beasts, kneading and groping them. These actions alone have me letting out even more noise, my moans louder. I know how much you love it when I moan and cry out just for you. I can feel you pumping faster inside my drenched cunt, your thrusts getting harder.

“I’m gonna…” You manage to get out, panting in that low voice of yours.

“Do it.” I reply, holding back another moan as I answer. My hands grip tighter against the sink as I wait.

It’s not too much longer before I feel your cock begin to throb. I can feel your cum splash deep inside me and it makes a tingle run up my spine. You’ve stopped now and are leaning against me, trying to catch your breath. Your heart is beating so fast. It takes a few moments before you or I want to move, but finally you pull out. I stand, turning to face you. A little bit of your cum slides down my thigh. We’re both smiling at each other, our faces a little flush. Once more you lean in to give me a small kiss, a little thank you. I’m on my tiptoes, returning it with my own silent thanks.

But then my little fantasy ends and I’m still standing in the kitchen, this time by myself. I did manage to get that water, but it remains untouched on the counter. My eyes open and I look down to see my own hands on my body. I pull my fingers from inside me and see just how wet they are. I sigh softly and adjust myself, rearranging my clothes to appear normal. I wash my hands and take up the water. I head back to the bedroom with a smile on my face.