Lazy, Sexy Night - Sex Stories

Lazy, Sexy Night

"A bit..." he looked back at the computer and shook his head. "I'm stuck." I came to stand behind him at the desk and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, planting a small kiss on his neck. He put his hands on my arms and leaned back a bit, making a soft, contented sound. "I'll figure it out eventually." We sat in comfortable silence for a second, both staring at the screen. He sighed and powered down the screen, plunging us into sudden darkness. The only light was that of the street lights coming through the office window, and I could just barely make out an outline of his face. "It's a bit early for bed," he said, turning around in his chair. "Movie?" "Sure." I didn't move, and I felt his gaze flicker to my chest, conveniently at eye level. I smiled. "What movie?" I took his hands and put them on my hips and he naturally drew me closer to him until I had to open my legs to straddle his. He rested his head against my stomach and I felt him draw a deep breath n and let it out. "Doesn't matter to me. This is nice too." I felt him smile, and it tightened things low in my belly. Running my hands up his back and into the soft, soft hair on the back of his head, I snuggled him in. "You need to relax, love... take some time and just breathe." "Isn't that what I'm doing right now?" He looked up and me and gave me a cocky little grin. I made a sound of frustration and pushed him away a bit. "You know that's not what I mean. You've been running yourself ragged and you're going to be ...

... no good by the end of the week when they get back." "I'll be fine." He was irritated and I watched him shut down and distance himself from me, trying to get up from the chair. "Oh no, you're not going to do that." I lifted his chin and he looked at me, a petulant look on his face. "I love you. You have got to relax. Seriously. Please don't make me be the bitch and make you." His eyes sparked a bit, but the side of his mouth turned up. "Make me? That sounds... interesting." He pulled me in again and planted a small kiss on my chest, right where my shirt collar was. I made a soft mewing sound; half frustration, half sigh. He burrowed his face closer. "Hmm... I like that noise. Don't be mad, ok? I'm relaxing now." He trailed kisses along the collar of my v-neck shirt, and pushed his hands into my back pockets, pulling me even closer. I gave up and gave in, leaning into his kisses. He must have sensed my change in mood and his enthusiasm picked up, hands sliding up the back of my shirt to play across my lower back. Sweet, soft, gentle touches. Pulling away, he smiled from under his eyelashes and ducked down to lift my shirt and kiss my belly. I moaned and his head came up, a smile on his face. "You like this? Standing up?" My voice caught and I had to clear my throat and start again. "I... I won't be able to stand for much longer..." "So don't." He pulled me onto his lap, smiling knowingly, my heat pressed against his hardness. We were face-to-face in this position, and smiled at ...