Packing

“Kitten, have you seen my — oh, hello,” He purred as he leaned in the doorway of our shared bedroom.

“Looking for something?” I said with a teasing lilt to my voice, raising an eyebrow. He nodded and stalked closer, eyes dark. “Anything I can help with?” My voice was breathy as he crouched at the foot of our bed, clearly preparing to pounce.

“Don’t move,” he suggested, eyes on mine. “That would be ideal.” He winked at me and, before I could react, he launched himself into the air over the edge of the bed and pinned me down. “You found my Nirvana tee,” he observed once we broke apart from the heated embrace, both of us panting, both of our lips swollen.

“You found your Nirvana tee,” I corrected, grinning at him. “I just happen to be in it and nothing else.” I gasped when he kissed me hard and rolled me over to swat me lightly. “Ooooh Sir, what did I do to earn that?”

“You look better in it than I do,” He told me, grinning. “Obviously you have to be punished for that.” I laughed and told him the fact that I was pantsless might be helping me in that respect. “I don’t think it’d have nearly the same effect if I were to try it,” he told me, shaking his head in amusement.

“You never know,” I said, smirking. “The Winnie the Pooh look is hot.”

“Is it weird that I’m jealous now?”

“Of a child’s stuffed bear and animated character? Yeah, a little bit.”

“Teasing me on top of looking so good; you’re breaking my heart,” he groaned, rolling onto his back and looking at me in defeat. “And all I wanted was my shirt to pack for this weekend.” I sighed mockingly and shifted so I was kneeling over him with my hands on his shoulders. “Though this is good too,” he murmured, reaching up to grasp the back of my thighs.

“Want you,” I insisted, tugging at his sweatpants and giving him a pleading look. “Want you now.” He obediently raised his hips so I could tug the material down; both of us moaned softly when the head of his cock brushed my inner thigh. “Let me — can I?” I looked at him pleadingly and he nodded, face slightly flushed and lips parted. “Oh, thank you,” I moaned, reaching between my legs to grasp him and guide him as I settled down in his lap.

“Jesus, you can borrow whatever you want of mine if this is how you make it up to me,” he managed, eyes closed in pleasure as I started to move. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good- yes, like that. Kitten, roll your hips just like...fuck…”

“Yeah?” I panted, giggling softly as I squeezed around him and moved faster. “You like me in your clothes and on your cock?“

“So fucking sexy,” he groaned, giving my ass a quick spank when I dropped down against him. “Fuck, what a good girl, gonna make me come if you — yeah baby, ride me, bounce on my — Christ, that’s so fucking good, shit!“

“Fuck it makes me wild when you talk like this,” I whimpered, both hands leaving his shoulders so I could clutch at my breasts, fingers pinching and rolling my nipples through the shirt as I picked up my pace.

“Good,” he grunted, squeezing my ass now, his hips bucking up from under me. “Want my good girl to come on me like this,” he told me. “You look so hot, fuck, I love you — come, come for me,” he told me, eyes dark and heavy as I moved in his lap.

“Fuck,” I whined, breathing hard. “I need…”

“Tell me,” he ordered, chest heaving. “Be a good girl and tell me what you need to come.”

“Hair,“ I managed, and one of his hands flew to my ponytail to give it a quick, sharp tug. “Oh, fuck yes!” I l squealed and rocked hard; my second wind made me grind down against him with new urgency. “Sir, I’m gonna — on your cock, gonna come — ooooh shit! Yes!”

He pulled again, harder this time, as his fingers squeezed my thigh and I fell apart. My orgasm was pulsing through me; my mouth fell open, and my eyes went wide. “Jesus, Kitten,” he gasped as I went rigid, and his own eyes rolled back as he came. He clung to me desperately, thrusting up into me, and worked to give me everything he could.

“Fuck,” I groaned, letting him roll me over so he was on top of me. My thighs cradled his hips as he supported himself over me with his forearms. “I need a nap,” I declared with my eyes shut, and he laughed and nibbled at my neck.

“You’ve earned a nap,” he told me, grinning. I opened my eyes and gestured toward the shirt I was still wearing. “Yeah, I’m still gonna need that, Kitten,” he said with a chuckle. “Now I really want to pack it.” I gave him a quizzical look and he smirked. “Smells like you and sex. Two of my three favorite things.”

“What’s the third?”

“Sex with you,” he answered swiftly, laughing when I swatted his shoulder, giggling. “But really. I love you, Kitten,” he said sweetly, kissing my forehead. “You can nap with it on if you’d like.”

“You sure?” I raised an eyebrow. “Thought you were packing.”

“Oh, I am,” he assured me with a lazy smile. He curled his body around mine and sighed happily when I snuggled into him. “But this way, I have to get you out of it later.” He lifted his head to grin at me suggestively. “And I have some ideas.”