The Chair

They were supposed to be cleaning, figuring out what they needed to trash and what would remain a part of their home. The chair sat in a corner, looking rough. Fake leather peeled off the arms and there were scratch marks from cats sharpening their claws. He fell into it with ease and looked at her with those ice blue eyes.

"I vote we keep it."

"It's junk, love. I think we should get rid of it."

His eyes stared deep into her and the butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

"Fine, but maybe we can take a break and use it just once?" She laughed, figuring he was joking. They had so much to do still. But his eyes burned for her and she felt a jolt of confidence.

She stared deep into his hungry eyes, watching the way he licked his lips. The pleasure she got from watching him grow harder was almost more than she could take. Slowly, she pulled her shirt up over her head and let it fall gracefully to the ground. Peering down at her own breasts, she stroked them, admiring the fullness. They had always been one of her best features. He sighed and moved one leg slightly, pulling her eyes from her supple breasts to the protruding stiffness growing within his faded jeans.

"More. I want more." He sat forward, about ready to rip her clothes off himself.

"No. Sit back and enjoy, my love." Not fighting, he leaned back and spread his arms and legs, relaxing into the great chair.

Next, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down ever so slowly, knowing it was driving him crazy. Her black lace panties were now exposed and she thought about leaving it just like that and going for a kiss, but she knew if she went within arms reach, he would take control. For some reason, this time she wanted the control. Sticking her thumbs into her jeans, she slid them to her hips and then casually stepped out of her pants.

She stood in front of him dressed in black lace, feeling a bit anxious. He had seen her naked plenty before, yet, in these small moments when she knew she had his full attention, she still felt a bit exposed and shy. Shaking it off, she slid her hand up her thigh and gently caressed herself through her favorite panties. A smile grew on his lips and that gave her enough confidence to strip them off and throw them his way.

"Baby, you are killing me. I am dying to feel you."

"Patience." She whispered, sliding her hands to her back and unclasping her bra. Her breasts fell freely and his breath caught. A small moan escaped his lips and she felt warmth between her legs.

"Mmm, you like that?" The question fell from her lips before she could even process it.

"Yes. Come here." He began to stand and she took a step back.

"Not yet."

He looked pissed. As the dominant partner, this was killing him. She knew he was eager to pull her breasts to his mouth, grab her hips, slide that stiff cock deep within her. It would be easy to let him do that, to be the submissive partner once again. Instead, thinking of his mouth on her breasts, she drew her hand to her nipple and pinched it like his teeth were pulling it into his mouth. Surprising both of them, a small moan escaped her mouth. She was ready.

"Stand up." She demanded. "Drop your pants."

He did exactly as she requested, standing there at full attention. Breathing in deeply, she looked his body up and down. Her body yearned to touch his. It took two steps and they were standing together, touching, breathing the same air. He drew her chin upward so he could kiss her lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed against his body with her own, leading him back to the chair. They fell together onto it, lips never separating.

Straddling his strong thighs, she eased onto his strong, thick member. Moaning, she threw her head back. The way they fit together so well had always surprised her. It felt as if they had always been made for one another.

Once fully mounted, she cast a look at him and whispered, "You feel so fucking good." Before he could respond she planted her feet on the ground and began to ride him. Slow at first, she took it all in. Before long, the hunger and desire took over and she let her body take control. Her wetness enveloped him over and over again, making him moan out. Grabbing her hips with his strong hands, he guided her, pushing her to go faster and harder. He was making her feel incredible. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed herself off of him. Now he could watch her take control of him. He could watch her feel her breasts as she rode him, moaning and screaming. Coming close to exploding, she sped up.

"Baby, you're going to make me cum."

He pulled her down onto him, whispering in her ear, "Cum for me, Princess. I want to feel you all over me."

Just like that she felt the sweet release and began to slow down. She wasn't going to get off that easy though, and she knew it. He wanted her to really explode and began to thrust harder, in and out, in and out.

Her screams grew louder and her nails dug into his back. His throbbing cock was drenched in her sweetness and it felt damn good. Her body began to tremble and she knew he was about to send her over the edge. Grabbing her hips, he pushed harder, faster.

Her quivering legs were about to give out. Her screams were growing louder and she was begging him to let her finish, but she knew he was feeling his own buildup and would not let her release until he was ready to explode too. This was the best part.

Soon he was moaning in her ears, one after the other. He was close, she knew it. Pushing against his chest, she sat up so he could take in all of her. This caused another moan to cross his lips. Her hands found her breasts and began to handle her already hardened nipples. Now his legs were quivering and he looked ready to crumble. It was time to say the magic words.

"Cum for me, baby. Fill me up." Her voice filled the emptiness between the moans and thrusting. He bucked a few more times and then let out the loudest moan, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. This was her moment. As his thrusts stopped, hers picked up and he lost it. She pushed him over the edge, flooding him with her sweet orgasm as they both reached ecstasy together.

At long last, they fell together in a heap of deep breaths and sweaty skin. His lips brushed her forehead, as always and she smiled deeply, feeling complete.

The one thought that crossed her mind - this chair will stay with them for the rest of their lives.