Unexpectedly Yours (Private Relations 3)

“Take off your panties and lay back on the bed. I want to watch you play with your pussy,” Jim said roughly.

Elle complied, sliding her panties down her thighs and stepping out of them. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she propped one leg up, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.

“Like this?” she asked.

At his nod, she slid a hand slowly up her thigh.

She watched as Jim slid his pants down, having made some further progress in undressing while she’d been teasing herself. He looked at her expectantly and said, “Touch it for me. Show me how you make yourself come when I’m not around.”

She slid two fingers between her folds and the other moved back to her breast. Playing roughly with one nipple, she swirled her fingers around her clit with a moan. When she looked up, she saw Jim had started to stroke himself as he watched her.

Elle moved her hand lower, pressing two fingers, then a third inside her aching pussy. Rocking her hips into her hand, she asked, “Is this what you imagined?”

“Every single time I’ve done this for the last three or four months, Elle,” he said, biting back a moan.

She felt tension bloom in her lower belly as she continued to fuck herself with her fingers. Gasping, she said, “I need you inside me. Come here.”

Jim moved to the bed, apparently on edge too. He said, “Here. Climb on top. I want to play with your breasts.”

When he lay down, Elle straddled him and slid down over his cock with a moan. Jim reached up and cupped her breasts, asking, “Are these bigger?”

Rolling her hips, Elle laughed slightly and said, “Yeah, I think they are. You like them?”

“Fuck,” he said as he gripped her hips. “You know I do. Lean forward.”

Leaning forward, she watched one tight nipple disappear between his lips. She continued to rock against him as he swirled his tongue against her. When the sensation became almost unbearable, she finally leaned back and said, “Too much, too much.”

Jim had a look of concern on his face until he felt the pace of her hips pick up. She began to work her hips rapidly against his. His hands moved from her hips back to grip twin handfuls of her ass. Thus far he had been letting her control the pace, but he must have sensed she was on the edge. He began lifting his hips and grinding his pelvis against hers with every stroke.

Jim groaned as she rolled her hips against his and said, “I can feel you fluttering around my cock.”

Seconds later, Elle felt release barrel through her system. Crying out his name, she bucked her hips wildly against his. As her release died down, she worked her hips against his more steadily now, knowing that he was close to the edge.

Scraping her nails down his chest, she said, “Fuck. Come inside me, Jim. I need you to come inside me.”

“Oh, fuck,” he said, shouting her name hoarsely as he held on to her and fucked her from below. “Harder.”

She continued to drag her nails down his chest, pressing harder. Immediately he ground out, “Yeah, like that.” Seconds later he exploded inside her on a curse.

Elle collapsed against his chest, panting and limp. She gave a sigh of appreciation as she felt his hand stroke along her back.

“Ugh. Now I’m all sweaty,” Elle said. “Do we have time for a shower?”

Jim turned his head to look at the alarm clock. Nodding, he said, “A quick one.”

After a quick rinse, they headed downstairs to take the lasagna out of the oven. Jim put together a quick salad while Elle got them drinks and set the table.

Smiling, she said, “You got me caffeine-free soda. Thank you.”

“You kept making a sad face when you were drinking your bottled water the other night at the game. I thought it would be a good idea,” Jim said.

Walking over, she slid her arms around his waist and said, “Thank you for thinking of me.”

“You’re always on my mind,” Jim said, leaning into her.

Elle stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss against his cheek, then released him to put a slab of lasagna on both of their plates. He added some salad to each plate and took them both to the table. Elle grabbed some salad dressing from the refrigerator and followed him to the table.

Over dinner they discussed the last week. Sara had officially put her on desk duty, so she had been going out of her mind. She’d been essentially banned from the kitchen. Elle was so used to working late, long hours, she’d practically begged Sara for some busy work. Sara hadn’t budged though.