Watching

As usual, this is part of something longer. Or will be once I finish the "novel" I'm currently working on. But that could be sometime in the future. There is a larger relationship between the characters obviously, but I'm not going to tell you what it is.

He could hear her moans and the bed squeaking before he saw anything. She obviously thought he'd left the house. That she was alone. He crept toward the bedroom, preying the floor wouldn't give him away.

Leaning against the door frame he got an eyeful. She was face down on the bed, ass in the air, with her fingers buried in her cunt. Her entire body moved as she thrust them in and out causing the bed to squeak slightly.

He pulled in his gut to hold back the moan threatening to escape. His eyes glued on her fingers working in and out of her body. He felt all the blood in his body being pumped into his cock, which strained against his jeans.

"Don't stop on my account," he said hoarsely.

She shrieked and yanked her fingers out, turning to glare at him. "For fuck's sake. What the fuck are you doing? Spying on me?"

He looked over her half naked body. In for a penny and all that, he thought, stepping forward. He pressed a hand to her knee and spread them. She relaxed back onto the pillows and gave him liberties. He brushed his knuckles into the damp curls between her legs. Her soft mound was wet as well. "Must have been some fantasy," he said, probing the swollen folds with a finger.

She sighed and seemed to relax further. She gasped when he dragged it over her clit. He rubbed roughly, spurred by her reactions and his now rampant lust. As quickly as he started, he stopped rubbing and thrust two fingers into her. She was flooding around him. He pulled his fingers out and looked into her eyes, while he sucked one off. He knelt onto the bed and offered her the other one. She obligingly sucked.

His cock was beginning to ache from the restraint of his jeans. He shucked them quickly, dropping them on the floor. When he stood up she had pulled her knees up, tense once more. He looked at her, she hadn't said no, she would if she wanted him to stop. She was in need of a little more assurance that it was safe.

He moved to the end of the bed and pressed his hands to her knees. "No more than what you want," he said, looking at her. He bent his head and kissed the soft skin of her knees. She relaxed and let him spread her legs. He kissed the inside of her knee and then up her thigh. She jumped when his tongue touched the soft skin juncture between her thighs. Her breath hissed out as he licked her in slow long laps.

She went soft and hot as he licked. He lifted his head only when her thighs began shaking. Her whimpers had turned to loud moans of approval. She gave a cry of protest when she registered his withdrawal. She reached down and grabbed his head. "Fuck me," she said, in a hoarse voice.

He eased himself off the bed and removed his shirt and his boxers, letting them fall to the floor with his jeans. "Tell me what you were fantasizing about," he countered. His cock hardened in protest. He nearly looked down. It was a gamble, but he hoped she wanted it as much as he did.

She avoided his gaze. She let go of his head and moved back. She shook her head.

He pressed a finger into her clit and rubbed a small circle. "Come on baby, let me in. I wanna know what goes on in your mind when you're getting down and dirty with yourself."

"You all right. This exact situation. Well, not exact, since in my fantasy you weren't a complete ass about the whole thing and spying on me. But you, all right. Please just finish me."

He felt his heart flip in his chest as he moved his body over her. He kissed her deeply, finally. Between them he guided his cock into her waiting pussy. She kissed him back just as heatedly, just as if she had been waiting and wanting like he had. He wanted to ask if she was sure, but it was too late, her body was hugging him, pulling him.

"That feels better than I imagined," she moaned, lifting her hips to meet his thrusting. He slipped his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit with one finger, round in circles, as he thrust into her harder. She was still murmuring, which was going to cause him to shot off before she'd been satisfied.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she bit his neck, "Nnmhnh," she said.

He stroked the side of her breast, stopping his movements. "Shh, sweetheart. Relax, let me take care of you."

Her fingers and teeth released and she stroked his skin instead. "I never dreamed it could be this good. I never thought it would be with you," she said.

He lifted himself and sank into her again and again, rubbing her clit. "I want to feel your orgasm. I want to make you come for me."

He didn't know if it was his words, or the press of his fingers on her clit, or his cock entering and leaving her body, but she climaxed. Her body hugged his tighter, she lifted her body up to his, holding him tight, and she shouted her appreciation for the moment. It left him mindless, to her chatter, to her shuddering aftershocks. He took her hard then, driving into her, driving toward his own climax.

He felt her come again, quieter this time. And then, he found his own peak, deep inside her. He thrust weakly a few more times, extending the feeling of fireworks inside his entire body. Then he let his weight ease onto her. She held him tight, kissing his shoulders, neck, face, and talking. He couldn't hear any of the words.

"I'm sorry I spied," he said, roughly, as he recovered and moved away from her. "I just heard and I couldn't help it."

She didn't reply. She rolled away from him so she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He stood up and moved around the bed. He cleared his throat and continued. "Your ass in the air, fingers buried in you, that one will be in my fantasies for a long time." He stood in front of her and she looked up at him, her face flushed.

"We - that-"

He pressed his fingers to her lips. "Don't worry. I know. I have to get going. I forgot a paper and had to come back. We'll talk later."

He dressed quickly as did she without saying a word.