You cuddle me from behind, so close I can feel your breath on the back of my neck. Every ripple of your erection is hard pressed against my arse cheeks. 

It's incredibly distracting when I’m laying here trying to write. Even more so than when I am standing up writing on the kitchen bench, like I normally would be. 

“I’m trying to concentrate,” I say, but your hand muffles me. 

I sigh, give up, and wiggle my bum back against you. 

“Aren’t you trying to concentrate my love?” You tease. 

I sigh, then with a pout, I realise it's no good because you can’t see my face. I place my hands back on my laptop, but now unwillingly. 

As I start to type again, you run your free hand slowly up and down my body, through the valley of my breasts, down my belly. You flirt with the edge of my cotton dress, sliding your fingers along the hem, dipping them beneath, touching my panties and then withdrawing again. You move your hand back up, cup one breast, and uncover my mouth. 

I take the hint and decide not to argue as you massage my breasts slowly. Unburdened by a bra, my nipples now harden through my dress, pressing against your palms as you continue to tease me by slowly grinding your cock against my arse. 

I’m fighting myself to not just beg me to fuck me on the counter right here. Fuck my writing, I now need your cock more. 

I wiggle my hips and grind back against you. You groan softly. So I do it again. Your hands slide back under my short cotton dress and you investigate within my panties. You slide a single finger over my now sticky  little pussy, but I can’t help myself, I am excited and I moan. 

You roll that finger over and over my hard little clitty, circling it, stimulating every single nerve I think I possess. I need more than this and. I tell you so. 

Your mouth drops to my neck and sucks my pale skin as you push two fingers up inside me and massage my vaginal walls, press my g-spot. Your palm presses against my clit, and as you start to finger fuck me in earnest, you palm slaps me, stinging my bum. I cry out. But I love the sting, I’m not going to last long if you keep finger fucking me like this, and you know it. You don’t stop and you don’t slow down. 

My pussy tightens around your fingers, my climax coming fast and hard. You don’t stop. I moan out that I’m gonna cum and all you do is ream me more. A few seconds later, and I do cum, It is powerful and I am left trembling in your arms. 

When you pull your fingers out of me, I hear you suck them, cleaning them. You move to walk away and I have to stop you. I could feel how hard you are against my arse, and I wouldn’t dream of wasting a hardon like that. 

I take you by the hand and lead you to your bedroom…

We strip each other, undressing frantically, our mouths, hands and bodies in a frantic symphony of lust, our hunger, our needs reciprocating, echoing back between us, heightening everything until I feel I might die if I don’t have your cock inside me, right this very second. 

I lay you back on the bed, and crawl over your body. I kiss you as I press down onto you, moaning against your lips as you fill me with cock.  Fuck you feel so good.  I push myself to take you all the way, but I know however much I manage you’ll still be proud of me. And that all you really want is my horny, wet pussy wrapped around your cock. I have to ride you achingly slow as my body adjusts to absorb your big cock.  Once I have you to the balls, I slowly ramp up the speed.  Soon I’m groaning as I rock myself onto your big cock. Faster, harder, I grind. I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel. I want your balls mashed against my arse and my pussy gripping tight and I want to hear how I make you lose control. 

That’s all I want. 

You mash my breasts and pinch the nipples as I play with myself, hoping that my orgasm will trigger your orgasm. Or at least that my pussy clenching you would make you moan loud… I love you to be encouraged by my body, 

But I go off first, I cum on your cock, I cum really fucking hard. I’m gasping softly, I try to maintain my grind and pace, my body still spasming with delicious aftershocks. 

Our moans are tangled in the air, and as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, I don’t want to stop my ride. I want to keep making you feel good with my body. I want your cum painting my insides, filling my womb with your thick creamy spunk. Fuck… I need you to cum and I urge, even beg you to cum inside me. 

You oblige and cum, you swell even larger, my vagina can barely hold your entire girth.  You groan out so loud… 

“You give your good girl such a big bad load, I’d swear my slut heart almost stops.” I tease you.

Your spunk drills into me so deep and so much so, I almost forget to breathe. 

When you’re calm and done and I have your entire load, I climb off of your cock and drop into your arms, I squeeze you so tight as your fluids leak from my body. 

I turn over and you hold me gently, as we now just spoon, everything soft and quiet in the afterglow of our encounter.

Soon, my love, it will be time for me to go, my husband will be waiting for me…

But not just yet…He can wait just a little longer…