The car clock glows 01:13 in the dark. Thibault slumps beside me, buzzed from the night out. ‘Good evening?’ he asks. ‘Yeah, your colleagues are fun. Sabrina droned on about the Canaries.’ He chuckles. ‘Her only topic for months. You look fucking hot tonight.’ Heat rushes through me. I’d dolled up for this simple outing. ‘Like my new dress?’ I tease. ‘Hugs your ass perfect. Tom couldn’t stop staring.’ His eyes gleam. ‘Jealous?’ ‘Nah, but I can’t wait to rip it off you.’ My pussy clenches, soaking my panties. Silence thickens, electric. I catch him shifting, cock straining his pants.
We pull up to the apartment. ‘Park quick, I need to fuck you,’ he growls. My clit throbs. Parking takes forever—ten minutes hunting, five walking. Culotte drenched, I slip it off in the hall. Naked under the dress will drive him wild. Push the bedroom door. His clothes scatter the floor. He’s naked, sprawled, snoring deep. Disappointment stings, but he’s wrecked from work and drinks. Kiss his cheek softly, strip, grab fresh panties and tee. Brush teeth, resigned.
The Fever
Slide under sheets, fire raging in my core. Fingers it is—no toys to wake him. Basin arches, pussy begging. His snores rumble. Phone on, earbuds in. Porn always amps my solos—watching her cum. Quick find: kitchen quickie, no bullshit. Hands under clothes, she grips his hard cock, drops to knees. Lips slide down his shaft, slow, teasing. He fists her hair, guiding deep. My thighs slick, I hold back, letting wetness build.
He pulls her up, tongues clash. Dress off—her pussy glistens like mine. Fingers plunge straight in, no tease. She screams as he finger-fucks hard. Signal given. Two fingers sink into my dripping hole, slow thrusts. Screen: reverse cowgirl on the table. She impales, begs ‘harder.’ He pounds up, hands to throat and clit. Her orgasm hits—convulsions, shrieks. Mine explodes, hips bucking wild, bites lip to stifle cries.
Breath steady, check him—eyes open. ‘Jerking to porn while I sleep?’ Not mad—cock throbs visibly. ‘Enjoy the show?’ ‘Your squeaks woke me.’ He crushes my mouth, bites lip. ‘Replay it.’ Voice commands ignite me. Play—her moans fill the room. ‘Eyes on screen.’ Lips trail neck, jaw hollow. Breath quickens. Screen: him devouring her pussy on the table, hair gripped, hips locked.
The Blaze
His mouth hits tits, teeth graze nipple, tongue flicks fast. Glance down—naughty. He grabs chin, forces eyes up. ‘Don’t look away or I stop.’ ‘Yes… sorry.’ Lips bite navel, inner thighs. His cock brushes leg, rigid. Video: doggy, brutal slams. His breath teases pussy. Nips thigh, hips buck. Tongue laps lips, entrance, sucks clit. ‘Ah! Oh! Yes!’ Fingers dive deep, tongue assaults clit. Legs clamp, he pins. Orgasm rips—waves crash, body shakes.
He lingers, tormenting. ‘Up here, need your cock.’ Grins. ‘So eager?’ Pulls up, eyes lock. ‘You taste so fucking good post-cum.’ Thrusts in—gasp. So wet, so hard. Pace ramps, deep pounds. Cries escape: ‘Yes! Fuck! Harder!’ Grip his ass, legs wrap, toes curl. Third orgasm shreds me as bed creaks, he hammers pussy raw. Bite neck—his roar, cock swells, floods me. Hold him deep, milking every pulse.
He collapses, panting. ‘Can’t… move.’ Wipe up, cuddle. ‘Worth waking for?’ ‘Best surprise fuck ever.’ Snores soon return, skin fever-hot, hearts synced in afterglow, uniquely sated.