Erotic fiction inspired by Amelie B in “Castrie”
I am lying on the couch, watching you scurry back and forth gathering your things that are scattered around the room. With only a few minutes to spare before you have to leave to catch your flight, I take your favorite black sweater. I put it on, knowing you are looking for it. You don't even notice because you are trying your best not to look at me. If you do, you know you won't leave.
I love making you lose your mind. I can tell that since you've had a taste of me, you have developed an addiction to my touch. Usually, I would help you dress and kiss you goodbye. This morning, I don't think I will be so helpful. I don't want to wait until you return to have you again.
I clear my throat, making you look my way. I am sprawled out on the couch while you are on your hands and knees looking for your sweater under the pile of clothes on the floor.
“Forgetting something?” I smile, smoothing the fabric around my naked body.
You crawl towards me. “Give me that,” you say sternly.
“Come and get it,” I reply, deliberately spreading my legs in front of you. You hover over me and slowly press my thighs together, trying not to look at my pussy.
“That's not what I meant,” you whisper.
“If you want something, what do you say?” I whisper back, grazing my lips against yours.
“Can I... May I have my sweater, please?” you ask politely.
I shake my head and wrap it tighter around my body, the scent of you now engulfing me. You straddle my lap and pin me down. You wrap your hands around my wrists and hold them above my head.
“Are you trying to make me miss my plane?” you ask.
“Maybe...” I reply playfully.
You look in my eyes, melting to my gaze. You lean in closer and kiss me softly. My eyes close for a moment; then suddenly, you are tying the sleeves together. I am trapped in your sweater, no longer able to touch you. You turn me over and twist the cloth tighter, your other hand grabbing my ass. You spank me.
“You haven’t had enough of me yet?” you murmur seductively.
“I can never have enough of you,” I moan as you run your hands up my body.
You reach my nape and grab my hair. My thighs instantly moisten. You make me bend over the couch and pull the sweater up. I feel your lips kissing down my back, your tongue sliding down the cleft of my ass. You spread my cheeks apart and slowly slide your tongue from my ass to my clit.
I grip the back of the couch as my whole body heats up under your sweater. I’m longing to touch you. Your tongue dips inside my cunt, then flicks back down to my clit. I press my face in the cushions and bite down on the seams as you suction your lips around my pussy from behind, your tongue circling my sweet spot. I press my body back and rock my hips, fucking your mouth. You whirl your tongue faster. I start shaking and moaning loudly as I come on your lips.
You finally turn me over and untie the knot, letting me out of your sweater. I unwrap myself and grab your face to kiss your luscious lips. I can taste my wetness in your mouth and I suck it off your tongue. That quaint little move always makes you weak, and I know it. I feel you whimper into my mouth as you get lost in my embrace.
I push you back on the couch and wrap your legs around my waist. I can feel your soaked thighs press on my pussy. I grind on you slowly, then ease my hand between us to play with your pussy. I circle my fingers over your clit while sucking your tongue. You hold me tighter, thrusting up and down against my hand. I wait until you are so close to climax, your entire body is shaking. Then, I lay you back and finish you off with my mouth. I can taste your wetness as you come on my lips with your fevered thighs pressing on my cheeks. I suck your flesh softly until every last pulse of your clit subsides. You pull me up to kiss me, our drenched bodies sliding together.
As much as I want you to stay, I let you go and finally give you back your sweater. It’s now infused with the scent of me, the scent of us. I know you’ll be thinking of me throughout the journey. I kiss you goodbye and let you out of the door, smiling as I watch you stumble down the hallway. I’m sure it will take a few moments for you to realize I never gave you back your panties.
“Until next time…” I sigh under my breath.
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