I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. It was colder than I thought it would be. If I had known the living room would be this cold I would have worn more than my red "rock star" tank top and a pair of Paul's boxers I had adopted. I got up and walked over to the leather lazy boy and grabbed the crocheted blanket off the chair to wrap up in. After getting back to the couch and covering myself up I tried to accomplish the task of warming up. Nothing good on TV. Infomercials, Infomercials, Infomercials. I flipped the channel to VH1's Insomniacs Theatre. Even they weren't showing anything good. I somehow managed to fall asleep on the couch and when I woke up Paul was covering me back up with the blanket and turning off the TV.
"Mhmm." I stretched. "How long have I been asleep?"
"I'm not sure. I woke up and you weren't in bed so I got dressed, came down here and found you asleep on the couch. I've only been down here a few minutes. How are you feeling." Paul kneeled down on the floor in front of where I was lying.
"I should have put more clothes on or something."
Paul began lowering the blanket from around my shoulders and asked, "What are you wearing under there?"
"Just a tank top and boxers." I pulled it up over me again. "It's hard to get warm if you keep doing that!" I said as he tried pulling it down again.
"But I wanted to see what you looked like under there."
"Are you going to help warm me up?" I cooed provocatively, leaning in for a kiss.
"And how exactly do you want me to do that?"
"Well..." I trailed off, my eyes moving across the room slowly.
"I've always heard that the best way to warm up is with body heat from another person." I purred.
"Anyone in mind?" I gently punched him in the arm and kissed him again. He pushed me back so I was lying flat on the couch and straddled me at the hips. I reached my arms out and wrapped them around his neck as he leaned down to kiss me passionately. He pulled the blanket all the way off of me and looked at my body. "Ooh, I seem to have got myself a hot little rock star here. My god I love the way that shirt looks on you. It really accentuates your features." He had the cheesiest grin on his face when he said that! Paul cupped both breasts in his hands and squeezed them, then started gently biting and licking my nipples through my shirt.
"Ahh." I moaned and rolled my head back, pushing my breasts up towards him. One of his hands began to move lower between us and rub the outside of my thigh. I stopped him and we both sat up, then I pulled his shirt up and over his head and licked and kissed his chest, nibbling on his nipples. He whispered some incomprehensible words and moans then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away and kissed me harder than I'd ever been kissed.
After he pulled away I took one of his hands in mine and stared at it for a few seconds, licking my lips. I softly kissed the tip of one finger then drawing it into my mouth. He urgently pulled up on my shirt trying to relieve my breasts from enclosure. I moved away from him and he basically ripped the shirt off me in one smooth movement. Before I could even blink he had his hands, tongue, and lips all over my breasts and was sucking away.
We ended up horizontal on the couch again, and my hands searched for the button to his jeans. I playfully felt my way around before unzipping him and slipping my hand barely underneath the fabric. I reached in below his boxers and felt his hard-on growing. I cupped my hand around it as best I could and lightly began stroking. He moaned around my nipple, sending waves of pleasure throughout my own body.
We parted for a second or third time and looked in each other's eyes. His were full of pure passion, love, and wanting and had this sparkle to them that he only gets during extreme arousal. He stood up and dropped his pants in front of me. I got to my knees on the couch, quickly slid the boxers down my legs. Then I took his dick in my hands and started stroking him up and down, swirling my thumb around the head occasionally. His hand slid between my legs and felt how wet I was getting.
"Mmm, my pussy cat seems happy. You are so wet." Paul slid one finger across my clit and I let out a short gasp. He began to move one finger in and out of me. I let him know what he was doing was appreciated by kissing the head of his cock and gently caressing the rest of his cock with my hands. I licked the head and tasted the precum on my tongue before nestling my head in his neck and sucking way greedily.
Before too long I heard the unmistakable moans of a guy getting ready to cum coupled with him tweaking my nipple roughly. I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure and I slowed down what I was doing on him.
I stood up and crushed myself against his chests, my nipples digging into his chest, his cock poking me stubbornly. We once again embraced in a passionate kiss as he picked me up and laid me down on the carpet in front of the couch. Kneeling between my legs he ran a finger carefully across my dripping pussy then brought it to his lips, tasting my juices. I sat up and kissed him, running my tongue around his, tasting myself very slightly. He laid me back on the carpet and moved further down between my legs.
I roughly caressed my own breasts as I felt him massaging my inner thighs with his tongue and slowly pushing my legs apart with his hands. He began placing kisses directly on my pussy and my breathing immediately increased. My chest raising and lowering with every breath. He penetrated my vagina with his tongue and an approving moan of "Mmmphf". A cry of passion escaped my mouth and I urged him to continue. His tongue explored every fold it could reach, and then he spread my pussy lips so he could go deeper still. A small spasm goes through my body, starting at the spot his tongue touched me and going all the way through my fingers and toes. My lower lip quivers and I give up the notion of even trying to retain some self control.
Suddenly he pulls away and kisses me deeply on the mouth. My tongue starts to roam as I tasted him; one of my hands starts stroking my clitoris as we continued kissing. My hips begin rocking back and forth as the movement on my clit became more urgent. His hands were moving all over my body, pausing on top of my hand and we played with my pussy together. My breathing was shallow and quick as I felt myself approaching orgasm. I removed my hand and placed my finger on his lips, offering it to him. He took it and began to suck on my finger, then turned us over so he was lying on his back and I was on top. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up towards his mouth. I got off him and turned around; straddling his face and smiling at his cock which was waiting for some more attention. He helped me lower myself to him and he started licking the entire length of my pussy.
"Holy Shit." I screamed as he swirled his tongue around my clit. I leaned down and slid the head of his engorged cock between my lips and loosing all sense of reality. I worked my tongue in circles and stroked the rest of the shaft with my hands. He bit down lovingly on one of my pussy lips and at that I sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could, then began bobbing up and down on his cock. He continued sucking firmly on one of the lips of my aching pussy. His tongue slid inside me again; I moaned around his cock, feeling that I was getting closer and closer to climax. Before I had a chance to cum he slowed down and pulled away, fondling my breasts while I suck on him a little longer, then pulling out of my mouth and laying me down on my back.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me, licking my lips. He positioned himself above me and teased my pussy, rubbing the cockhead around the outside very lightly. I pushed my hips up, arching my back, trying desperately to get him inside me. He grabbed my hips and ever so slowly inserted his cock inside my pussy. The response was instantaneous; I cried out his name and dug my nails into his back. My muscles contracted around his cock as he thrust further into me. He decided to suck on a tit as I shouted out for him to go deeper and faster. He replied with a moan and went deeper. I muffled a scream of passion in his shoulder; his cock kept increasing its speed, pulsing away in my pussy. My body couldn't take it any longer and I exploded in a wave of passion. My body spasmed uncontrollably. I scream out "Oh my GOD, Paul!" before relaxing again. He pulled out all the way briefly before slamming into my throbbing pussy. Another wave overcame my body and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he switched tits and started sucking on the other one. Each thrust of his cock was more intense than the last, our breathing was heavy, and our combined juices were covering his cock and balls and were soaking my ass. There was no turning back from that point; we were gone off the deep end.
My pussy sucked his cock deeper and deeper as he thrust harder and faster, he cried out "Ahhh" as he approached the ultimate peak. "Oooohhhhh my god!" he thrust into me one final time and his face contorted as he came. My entire body quivered one last time before he collapsed on top of me and lied there for a few seconds before kissing me deeply, searching with his tongue.
He rolled off me and positioned himself on his side, facing me, then pulled me towards him. I kissed him, turned around in his arms so we were spooning and pulled the afghan down over us. He held me close to him, his arm around my stomach, below my breasts and kissed my shoulder softly and I fell asleep there in his arms.