Warning: NSFW! This has elements of voyeur (with a title like "Watching"...that may've been a give away...). I would change the name of my blog to NSFW, since I seem to be having a prolific time with all of this short erotica lately, but...I do actually intend to post other things. >.> Anyway, onward!
He leans against the door frame, watching. Her eyes are
closed, one hand above her head. Her short blue tank top is hiked up, showing
the tiniest sliver of the underside of her breast as her fingers work against
her lacy purple panties, massaging between her legs.
As her hips slowly thrust, he feels himself hardening.
Quietly, he undoes his pants, pushes them down, steps out of them.
When she makes a sound, he stops; his eyes haven’t left her
writhing form. The hand above her moves down, one finger slowly circling her
nipple through her shirt. As that bud hardens, so does his cock. He reaches
down, strokes himself slowly through his underwear, matches her rhythm.
He lets his eye break contact with her only when she moves
to tug her shirt up; then, he pulls his off over his head, quickly, not wanting
to miss her revealing her pert nipples. He sucks in a breath as he sees them,
watches her pinch one and tug it lightly.
Her other hand stays busy, stroking a little faster over her
panties. Her breathing changes, and then she shifts her hand, pushes it under
the lace. He makes a sound then, unable to contain himself at the sight of her
partially-concealed movements.
Her eyes open, focus on him. A flush spreads across her
cheeks; when it looks as if she might stop, he shakes his head, tugs his
underwear down. His cock springs forward. She blushes more deeply, but smiles
and continues touching herself.
He wraps his hand around himself, tugging and stroking, as
her lips part and her hips buck harder against her hand.
Watching him, she slips the hand at her nipple under her
breast, lifts it to her lips, takes a delicate lick and then another, and
another. He groans with delight, and she slips the nipple between her lips,
smiling around it, sucking on it. When she bites down on it gently, she moans
softly, and he groans again.
He moves to the bed, straddles her legs, places his hips
above her moving hand. Quickly, before she can move it, he presses down,
grinding his shaft against the back of her hand as her fingertips press against
her clit. She cries out, and he bucks again and again.
When he pulls back for a moment, it is only to tug down on
her panties to let her flesh make contact with his. They push and rub together
like that, and he dips his head to suck on her other nipple.
He can feel her tensing beneath him, the build-up to her
first orgasm. He pushes against her hand harder, faster, matching her pace and
breathing. She comes, hot and fast, then wiggles a bit under him until he lifts
his hips.
She pulls her panties down quickly, kicks them aside. She
opens her legs just a bit, then holds her lips open, urges him down with a hand
on his hip. When the tip of his cock touches her clit, she arches. Her mouth
opens around a soundless moan, and he groans.
His hand still works over his shaft as he pushes against
her, and when he feels her nearing that crest again, he lets himself go, rides
the wave with her. His hot seed bursts from him, drenching her, setting her off
again.
Finally, they collapse, him half on top of her, panting.
They lay entwined, not knowing or caring where one ends and the other begins.
Their long, hazy cuddle turns into a dreamless doze as their bodies relax
together and the sweat dries on their skin.
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