“Shall we watch a movie?”
It was Sunday, and for the first time in weeks, they were home.
No appointments, no obligations.
They had already decided their only goal for the day was to relax.
“Yes, let’s do it!”
To Jenny, it felt like they were two naughty kids, ignoring chores that needed to be done. Still, she needed this day; needed the time to just be. She sat down on the couch and waited for Lars to find a movie for them to watch. Jenny had one leg bent, her foot hooked under the other leg. Her short dress pulled up some, and she knew if Lars turned his head, he would see her crotch. Even though she knew this, it was not a conscious thought.
Absentmindedly, her fingers stroke her thigh, moving closer to her crotch. Her mind wasn’t with her fingers either. She watched the images on the screen as Lars scrolled through the movies.
“This one?” he said and glanced back at her.
His eyes flash to her hand, her crotch, and back to her face. Jenny nodded, and Lars started the movie. Her fingers now rested on her pussy. She ran her nails up and down her labia, and gradually, the fabric between her pussy and fingertips dampened.
The movie started and soon Jenny was totally into the drama happening on their big screen.
She pulled her knickers sideways to expose her pussy and continued to softly stroke her labia, using her nails. Her actions had no urgency. It was not an orgasm she was after. In fact, Jenny was so into the movie, she had all but forgotten she was touching herself, despite the lovely feeling spreading from her core to her legs and body.
“I like your movie better,” Lars said.
Jenny didn’t register his words. She preferred him not talking during a movie. When she looked at him, trying to make sense of his words, the lust in his eyes surprised her.
“Spread your legs some, darling, let me see…”
Briefly Jenny looked at the screen, but Lars was one step ahead of her as he had already paused the movie. Jenny looked back at him, now fully aware of her actions. She ran her finger through her wetness, teasing her cunt; teasing Lars.
“What if I want to continue watching the movie?” she teased.
“I bet you don’t,” he said and got up, “not yet, anyway.”
He pushed his arms under her, grabbed her legs, and pulled her body down until her bottom rested on the edge of the couch. He kneeled, forcing her to spread her legs.
“Now show me what your fingers were doing?” he said.
His face was so close to her crotch she could feel his breath on her wet bits. Where only moments ago an orgasm wasn’t on her mind, Jenny’s desire had changed. Watching Lars’s face, she pushed one finger in deep, pulled it out and offered it to him. He sucked her finger clean, then pushed his face between her legs.
His mouth devoured her. He sucked her clit, pushed his tongue in as deep as he could, lapping between her labia like a dog in heat. He even lightly bit her labia and rolled them between his lips. Jenny squirmed under him, but his muscular arms pinned her in one place.
“Grab your legs,” he said.
Jenny hooked her arms around her thighs, spreading herself wide for him. It also enabled her to see her own cunt, to see his face, his tongue and his mouth on her. The sight was almost too much to bear, seeing him teasing her tender flesh while feeling all the sensations.
It was when he pushed a finger in her arse that she lost it.
“Oh fuck. Holy fuck. Lars. Baby. God, oh please…”
Lars’s lips closed around her clitoris, and he sucked.
Her muscles relaxed, and a second finger easily joined the first.
Jenny moaned and writhed and watched and… her orgasm squirted from her cunt, wetting Lars’s chin and the couch, pooling under her back. Lars wiped his chin with one hand while freeing his cock with the other. He pushed his cock where his fingers had just been.
Jenny rubbed fiercely at her swollen clit, wincing with pleasure and pain as Lars slammed hard into her darkest hole. When she squirted again, Lars emptied his balls deep inside her. He slumped forward, resting his head between her breasts, breathing hard.
“How about that movie now, babe?” Jenny said after a couple of minutes as she brushed her fingers through his hair, “I promise not to touch myself.”
Note: This story was first published in August 2018.