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One man's procrastination on his project turns in to something more.
It was a quiet evening. Most of my work had already been completed for the night, so I was in the living room reading, some old sitcom playing as white noise in the background on the TV on top of the small bookcase full of movies.

He was in the other room, finishing up some project or another for one of his classes, drowning out my TV sitcom with anime music. As I neared the end of this particular story, I took my laptop off my lap and placed it on the coffee table in front of me. Deciding I better check on my scatterbrained boyfriend, I got up and silently opened the door to the second bedroom, which we had converted into an office.

There he sat at his desk, project open on his computer, fiddling with one of his headphones. Quietly, ever so quietly, I snuck up behind him, licked my finger, and stuck it in his ear. He jumped with surprise and twirled around in his chair, grabbing me by the waist.

“You sneaker! You little shoe!” he exclaimed as he glared playfully at me, his large hands tightening their grip on my waist.

“You were zoning!” I cried, desperate to save myself from what I knew was coming. Then I saw the look, the devilish gleam in his eyes, and I knew I was done for. He tickled me mercilessly, grinning as I whimpered and giggled and squirmed under his hands. It wasn’t fair, he was only ticklish in his armpits, and I couldn’t even reach those.

“Do you surrender?” he asked in his baritone voice with a wicked grin. I was gasping for air, so I couldn’t speak. “I’ll take that as your surrender then,” he said with a smirk, as he released me from his iron grip.

I harrumphed out of the room while he chuckled, returning to his work. Back out in the living room I plopped down on the couch and picked up my computer, pouting. I hated losing, but he was stronger than me, and hardly ticklish at all, certainly not enough for me to win a tickle fight.

Having finished the previous story I was reading, I backed out of that page and selected another story with a similar plot and the same characters. Reading these stories while he was still working were my indulgences for the day, my little bit of alone time, and I took full advantage. My eyes scanned the page as I read a heated story between two of my favorite characters from a book I had recently finished. Finding this story boring and poorly written, I backed out of the page, setting my computer down again, and sighing in boredom. I sprang to my feet, deciding to go bother him again.

Treading quietly up to his chair, I placed a soft kiss on the back of his neck as I massaged his shoulders. He sighed in appreciation and leaned his head back for a kiss. I pecked his lips lightly, but then he turned around in his chair, standing up and wrapping his arms around me, squeezing me tight. I hugged him back, burying my nose in his shoulder, taking in his scent. He smelled good, clean, but a tad musky. I relaxed into his arms. He ran his right hand lightly over my hair, while his left hand reached for my chin to softly guide my head upwards, so my lips would meet his.

I always loved kissing him. His lips met mine softly, caressing them. His hands glided down my sides to rest on my waist, while my arms went to wrap around his neck. Tightening his hold on my waist he pulled me closer, and I increased the pressure on his lips. Matching my passion he pulled me even closer. It was a never ending circle until we were kissing passionately; our bodies flush against each other.

Suddenly my tongue flicked forward, softly swiping his lower lip. He parted his lips in response, granting me entrance. My tongue slowly swept over his and his plunged into my mouth, earning a light moan from me. I felt something pulse against my stomach causing me to gasp, breaking the kiss.

“Well, hi there,” I chuckled, glancing down. “Someone’s excited.” He smiled sheepishly and shrugged, leaning in to kiss me again. “Jon,” I whispered lightly, as his lips hovered only a breath away from mine. “You have work to do.” I attempted to break free of his hold on me, and he reluctantly let go.

“You’re right,” he admitted, but suddenly, with a smirk, he pulled me closer, tickling me. He really was stalling, but my mind was stuck. I could either leave and let him work, which I really needed to do, or stay and let him ravish me, which I knew I wanted but he had to have this project finished by morning. I whimpered and squirmed as he tickled me, and I felt him pulse again.

“My noises really aren’t helping here, are they?”

That caused him to loosen his hold on me slightly. “No they’re not,” he said with a light chuckle and a shake of his head.

“No more kisses, Jon. You have to work.” He leaned in to kiss me and I turned my head away. ”No.” So he tried again which made me laugh. “No, Jon!” Then he slowly leaned down to kiss me; his lips stopping centimeters from mine, trying to lure me into kissing him. His nose lightly brushed mine and I could feel his breath on my lips. My mind fogged, and the only thing I could even think about is how close he was to me. My whole body began to tingle, coming alive.

“You realize if you kiss me now we probably won’t stop,” I murmured in a breathy whisper, not wanting him to stop but knowing he needed to at the same time.

“I know,” he murmured in a soft growl, finally pressing his lips to mine. Flames ignited within me as I struggled to grip him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair. One of his hands went lower to grip my butt, pulling me up on my tip toes and even closer to him. Tongues met instantaneously, tangling in a fiery passion.

My brain went to jelly inside my skull. Something inside me was screaming, this had to stop, he had work to do. Against the instincts that were telling me to let him have me, to submit to this burning deep in my core, I pulled away. His hands remained on me, tracing the curve along my side from my ribcage to my hips, making it hard for me to stand, distracting my brain from the words I’d worked so hard to form.

“You realize we’re beginning an intricate dance that only has one end?” I asked, attempting to gain back both my breath and my mental function.

“And that one end is where your hips dissolve into nothing?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Well...” I let out a breathy giggle. “I would’ve put it more… eloquently.”

“So how would you have put it then?” he asked, leaning down to kiss my lips again.

“If you keep doing that my brain won’t function well enough to tell you.” He stopped his descent, his lips pausing just over mine. I could feel his hot breath on my mouth, jumbling up my words. “Um… I,” I stammered. I swallowed and tried to regain my composure. “I would’ve said something like an explosion of extreme heat and passion.” 

“Sounds about right,” he said as his lips collided with mine once more. I was a goner the moment he kissed me. I had no more resistance and he knew it. This kiss was just as passionate as the last and he pulled away after a moment, looking deep into my eyes.

“You’re looking at me like you would a steak,” I said with a giggle. He cocked his head at me in confusion so I sighed and explained, “You look hungry.”

“I feel hungry,” he said in response, his voice raspy, his blue eyes smoldering into mine.

“But not for food.”

“No.” He shook his head, and attacked me once more with his lips. His hands roamed my body as we kissed, sending molten lava moving under the surface of my skin. I burned where ever we touched. He broke the kiss and pushed my hair off of my neck, sweeping it back. Kissing my neck lightly, he caused me to moan and sigh in pleasure, and I felt him pulse against me again, getting ever harder. He bit the soft skin lightly, and I gasped.

“What do you want?” I asked him in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

“I want you,” he growled as he gently nibbled on my earlobe.

“But what exactly to you want?”

“I want my rod to move in and out of you like a piston. I want you to wet it with your juices and you to collapse underneath me with pleasure, your mind a scrambled mess”

“Well, you can have that,” I said, my knees weakening under me as he continued his assault on my neck. Without a word he swept me up into his arms and carried me into our bedroom. Pulling back the comforter and the top sheet, he gently laid me down on the bed, stripping off his black shirt not a second later.

I loved the way that shirt looked on him but I loved the way he looked without a shirt even more. His neck muscles flawlessly blended into the muscles of his shoulders and upper chest. He had a line of hair running from the bottom of his ribcage which led downward, past the waistline of his shorts. I realized that staring at him, I probably looked hungry too. He then climbed into bed with me, kissing me hard, but lifting me to sit up. Swiftly he undid my bra over my shirt, and then lifted both my shirt and bra off, revealing my large pert breasts.

“Perfection,” he remarked, laying me back down and kissing down my neck. He pinched the nipple of the left breast, causing me to whimper with desire. “I love how they respond to me,” he said as he wrapped his mouth around the right while cupping it in his hands. “I love how they feel in my hands.” He nipped at the tip of the nipple, running his tongue along the bit that remained behind the teeth, causing me to thrash in pleasure under him. He pinched the left one harder, causing me to moan and my back to arch. I felt another pulse between my legs, but I couldn’t tell if that was him or my clit that was begging in need.

I reached down and undid the knot in the string that was holding up his basketball shorts. I pushed them down his legs as far as I could, and I hoped he’d get the message. He leaned down to push them down farther, finally kicking them off his feet and the edge of the bed. I stared at the bulge in his boxer briefs. It looked like he was about to bust them open. He’d made jokes about doing that to jeans before, but I knew he never had, he just went through them fast. He needed durable things. Though these underwear looked like they were about to pop open. It made me wonder if he’d ever actually done that to underwear before.

My train of thought was suddenly cut off by his lips on mine again, his hips pressing against my core. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back, my nails lightly scratching down the length of his back. He growled in response and pressed his hips harder against mine.

He then broke the kiss and I whimpered, wanting more contact. He lifted my hips and slid off both my yoga pants and my panties. Apparently he wasn’t in the mood to be patient, not like I was either however. He then stood and slowly slid down his boxer briefs. His cock bounced out after he slid them off, proudly arching up to an angle slightly more than perpendicular with his hips.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to bed with me reaching down to feel along the length of his shaft. It felt like a hot iron bar in my hand, long, hard, needy. I kissed him again, our tongues once more connecting in wet passion. He ran a finger up my slit, sending sparks of pleasure up my spinal cord, causing me to shiver. ‘

“You feel ready for me,” he said in a voice that was half a growl. “Soaking wet.”

“What do you need?” I asked, looking up at him, spreading my legs farther apart to give him better access.

“I want to pound my iron rod in and out of you like a piston, so much so that you won’t be able to walk in the morning.” My body shivered in pleasure at his words.

“Please, Jon,” I whispered, attempting to spread my legs even farther apart.

“Please what?” he asked me, aligning himself at my entrance.

“Please take me.”

With that he plunged in, pushing his whole length in in one solid thrust. I let out a moan of appreciation as I was filled completely, my walls gripping his length. He let out a breathy moan as my muscles enveloped him. He just lay on top of me for a second, fully immersed in my folds. Then he began to move, very slowly at first, acclimating himself to the feeling.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders to gain leverage, then began to thrust long and hard, using his whole length. After only a few thrusts he was moving quickly, not being able to hold the slow speed. I cried out in pleasure as he hit a specific spot within my walls, causing his name to spill from my lips. He growled my name in my ear in response. I felt the pressure build slowly in my lower abdomen. As it grew closer I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he let out a small moan in response.

He was breathing heavily, and his thrusts were getting harder, quicker, more frantic. He was close. Suddenly he reached down and pressed on my clit. “Cum for me, Kat.” He moaned. “Grease my pole for me.”

His words and the way he rubbed my slick button pushed me over the edge. It hit me, like a tidal wave crashing over my head. I cried out, my walls clenching him tightly, cum gushing out. My nails scratched hard down his back, most likely drawing blood. The world went white around me, then black as I came down from my peak.

A few thrusts later I felt him. He got more and more frantic, his breathing heavier and shallower, then he stiffened with a groan, his whole body going rigid as his cock pulsated inside me, fulfilling some primal need I didn't even realize I had.

After a few second his sweaty body collapsed on top of mine, his arms no longer able to hold his weight. He rested his head on my chest and attempted to catch his breath, his cock still lightly pulsing inside of me as it began to go limp.

I ran my hands through his hair, enjoying the feeling of him on top of me, basking in the afterglow. He kissed the area between my breasts and looked up into my eyes. “You’re beautiful you know. I love you so much. My beautiful sweet Neco.”

“And I love you.” I lay there in silence for a moment, enjoying being together. His cock continued to go limp until it slid out of me altogether. I let my mind wander, my hands still absentmindedly stroking and playing with his hair. Suddenly I laughed. He looked up at me confused as he used his remaining strength to lift his weight off of me to look up at me. “So much for finishing that project.”

He groaned in frustration and collapsed on me once more, causing me to laugh harder as I kissed the top of his head. I knew I’d love this man forever, no matter how easily distracted we were by each other. He was mine, and I was his. There was no turning back now.

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