How to Talk Me Out of Having Sex. Kinda. Not.
Wes is leaving for the coast this afternoon. He’ll be gone three days for a fishing tournament and golfing. Yesterday, I told him he needed to service me before he left. No way I could go three days without sex, ya know? Horrors! 
At dinner last night I reminded him of this, and he told me he was too tired. Of course, I ignored that.
About 7:30 he came into my office as I was getting off computer. He wanted to tell me he had finished working in his office and was heading downstairs to chill in his reclining chair and watch sports on TV.
"Hey," I say, turning off my laptop and standing up. I wrap my arms around his neck and weave my fingers through his long blonde hair. "Don’t you wanna play some first?"
"Nah," he replies, giving me a quick kiss. "I’m too tired."
"What?" I protest. "Not too many men would turn down sex with a horny wife." My hand drops to grope his dick through his shorts.
"Well, I am," he says, batting my hand away and chuckling. "You need to jump me earlier in the day when I’m not so tired."
"Are you trying to talk me out of having sex with you tonight?" I ask, my hand diving for his cock again.
"Yeah," he replies. "I just came in here to give you a hug, and that’s it. Then I’m going downstairs to rest."
"Well then,give me a hug, big boy," I purr, pressing my bod against his, stroking his cock.
"And that’s another thing," he says, prying my fingers off his dick. "A hug is a hug. You don’t do it right. You hug and grope. You’re not supposed to grope."
"I kiss and grope, too," I tease. "I guess that’s not right either, huh?"
"No, it’s not," he says. "See how you like it." Then he kisses me hungrily as he pinches my nipples through my shirt.
Alrightyyyyyy!!
"How does it feel to be groped like that?" He continues to pinch and work my nipples relentlessly through my shirt. Easy to do since I never wear a bra.
Instead of answering him, I squeal when an O rips through me. Yowza!
"And how does that feel?" He stops pinching my nipples long enough to slip his hands beneath my shirt and cami, and then starts working them again.
"Wonderful," I breathe. "This groping thing is GREAT…no complaints from me!"
Soon he has my shirt and cami up around my neck, his lips lock onto my eager nipples, and I’m heading for another O.
But that’s not good enough for him, so he strips off my shirt and cami. Soon he’s licking and sucking my nipples like a frantic man. Then he bites and chews my neck. By then my lips have gone numb from another breast O. Let me tell you, the man is awesome when it comes to oral sex, but he is NEVER this relentless. It was nirvana! Hey, nothing like the Alpha in a man trying to prove his point, ya know? LOL
"Look what sucking your nipples has done to me," he says, dropping his shorts. "My dick is hard." Then he strips off his shorts and shirt, and a naked Wes is standing in front of me and my computer in my office.
Hey, isn’t this the same guy who was trying to convince me that he was too tired for oral sex tonight? Whatever. I’m going with it! *lusty grin*
I rub up against his bod, as my fingers gently squeeze his gorgeous dick. "Let me taste you," I purr.
He sits in my computer chair and then grabs me by the waist, pulling me to him. "You have such pretty breasts," he murmurs, licking me with his talented tongue. "I wanna suck your nipples some more." And then he feasts on me again. Yowza!
After he gives me an O that sends me to the Moon and back, he looks up at me and grins wickedly. "I think we should break in your computer chair."
"Me, too," I agree, bending down and swallowing his steely cock all the way to his balls.
Wes howls with pleasure, and a few minute later he leans back in the chair, breathing heavily, while I lap up his hot seed. "Now I am exhausted," he pants.
"Hey," I say. "Did you really come in here to talk me out of having sex with you tonight?"
"Maybe," he replies, grinning slyly.
"If that’s the case, you can talk me out of having sex with you any day," I announce, smiling like crazy.
"It’s just that you can’t go around groping me all the time," he protests, still panting from his O.
"Why not?" I bend over and kiss his flat stomach, making him giggle. "You’re saying if I can’t grope you then I can grope other men?"
Wes narrows his eyes and growls like a dangerous Alpha.
Alrighty then. Good thing we got that settled. *naughty grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
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May 14th, 2009 at 8:20 pm
It’s about time that YOUR chair sees some action!:D
auntee
May 14th, 2009 at 9:35 pm
ROFLMAO!!! Know what he said? He said he wanted to trade chairs, because my chair was muuuuuuuch more comfortable for a BJ than his is. Yeah, no way he’s getting my chair!! LOL
xoxo
Laura Stamps
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
May 14th, 2009 at 11:42 pm
Oh, if those chairs could talk…:)
auntee
May 15th, 2009 at 12:04 pm
Yowza! X-rated for sure. No doubt about it! *naughty grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)