Lazy, Sexy Night - Sex Stories

Lazy, Sexy Night

... each other. I took off his glasses and trailed kisses down his face and cheeks, spending extra time along his jawline and behind his ears. "This is a funny way..." he said between kisses "... to make me do something." I pulled back with a mischievous look on my face. "Oh?" I slid my hands up his back under his shirt and watched him shiver. "Would you prefer this?" My hands trailed over the skin along his pant line, and I suddenly had his shirt off and over his head. I heard him inhale sharply and ground my hips into him, turning the inhalation into a moan. "Hmm... seems like you would prefer that." I hopped off his lap and trailed kisses down his chest, licking around his nipples and spending extra time with his belly button and along his pant line. He leaned back into the chair, stretching his legs out, and I used the position to rub my breasts along his inner thighs and into his erection. There was something undeniably sexy and submissive about a woman kneeling in front of a man, but in this case, there would be no mistaking who was in charge. I grabbed his belt in my teeth and his head snapped down to watch me as I slowly pulled it from the loop and met his eyes while the buckle unfastened. The look of shock and lust on his face was oh so worth it. "Look, no hands..." I whispered, eliciting a nervous grunt. Smiling, I went back to giving attention to his stomach, letting my hands wander over his jeans and rub him while my mouth left little damp trails to cool his skin ...

... in the cold office. "Wow..." he said, and I smiled up at him through my lashes. "Relaxing yet?" He chuckled lowly. "Not really, but I'm not sure that's the point, is it?" It was my turn to chuckle, and I used my hands and mouth to unbutton and unzip his pants. I felt him tense, and rubbed his thighs again. "Relax..." He sat back again and let me take his pants off, sliding them off him slowly until he was sitting in the chair, pale skin glowing softly in the light of the street lamps. "Jesus, you're gorgeous." I ran my hands slowly up his legs on the outside, my body rising with it. I reached in for a kiss and while he was leaning in, I picked his glasses up from the desk behind him. He gave me a baffled look when instead of kissing him, I handed him the glasses. "Put them on," I said. "You're going to want to watch." His eyes widened, but he put the glasses on without hesitation. I sat back, still kneeling in front of him, and stared at him. His body was pale and trim, slim like a gymnast, with a flat stomach stretching down to toned legs. I met his eyes and saw him looking nervously at me. "I cannot get over you." "What, this old thing?" he joked. I gave him serious eyes and leaned in to trail my mouth up his legs, licking softly. "I cannot get over these strong legs..." up to his hips, where I kissed the inside of his hip socket, teasing his erection with my hair, "... these narrow hips..." up further to trail kisses up his belly and chest, "... this flat belly and toned ...