Living Room Sex

A trail of clothes blazed a trail from the front door to the living room. Naked, Simon dropped onto the sofa, pulled Sharon down with him. He shifted her until she was straddling him, pressed his erection against her clit, sending shock waves through her.

Oh yes, this is what she wanted, what she needed.

Sharon cupped his face with both hands, pressed her mouth against his. Her tongue pushed through his lips, searched out his. His hands clamped around her waist and she rocked, ground her clit against his hard cock, let that familiar heat coil between her legs, spread throughout her body. He matched her tempo, thrusting up to meet her. As she rocked, her hands skimmed over his shoulders, savored how his muscles flexed beneath her touch.

Heat within her grew to an inferno and she dragged her lips along his throat, nibbled just below his ear. She moaned as the pressure built.

“I need you inside me, Simon. Now!”

She rocked up onto her knees, gripped his cock and sank down. She groaned, reveling in the fullness of him inside her. She rose up then slid back down; slow at first, then faster and faster as greed whipped through her. Teetering on the edge, she rode him, fucking him like a piston, chasing the release that was just out of reach. “Please,” she moaned into his ear. “You know what I need.” “Yeah. I know what you fucking need.” Simone brought his fingers to his mouth, soaking them, then reached behind her, pressing a finger into her ass.

"Fuck, yes!" Sharon bowed back as the orgasm ripped through her. “Again. Do it again.”