We had now settled in on the couch and talked for what seemed like ages about everything and nothing. His job as a surgeon made for some interesting chats as he was so passionate about the reconstruction work he could do for the kids born with deformities. As a cliché though, this work was dependent on him performing plastic surgery on airheads -his words not mine- but at the end of the day it would be worth it.
I’d always tease him and tell him that I’m first in line for some new boobs but he’d have to perform the surgery blindfolded to protect my modesty. This would be our group’s running joke since I was blessed with a modest A cup. I have always consoled myself by saying that I can go braless and not have to worry too much about gravity being cruel to me.
Having a surgeon as a close friend could leave you feeling self-conscious but Sloan had a way to make everyone feel beautiful and always relaxed in his company.
I must have yawned since he said we should go finish our drinks inside and then head to bed. He got in under his covers and I sat on top nursing the last of my drink. Laying on his stomach, I ran my fingers up and down his back and noticed for the first time that he had a tattoo. I was quite surprised but he was like, ‘Babes, I told you I’ve got a tattoo when we first met.’ I just laughed and said it must be old age making me forget. I lifted his t-shirt to look at the design and stroked the outline with my fingers. He let out a slight moan but I was not sure if I imagined it or not. I finished the last of my drink which left me with a nice buzz. Tipsy but not wasted.
I got up and headed to the kitchen for some water. Grabbed a bottle, went back to his room to turn out the light. As I was leaving he asked me to stay. Said we should chat a little more and lifted the covers for me to jump in. I got in and lay with my back to him in a semi-spoon position. He asked about our mutual friend, Claire, since she hadn’t been out with us tonight, and after laughing I confessed that her absence may have been due to a drunken threesome my husband and I had with her.
Sloan squealed and demanded details and lightly punched me asking how I could withhold such valuable information from him. I started telling him, feeling slightly embarrassed when I told him about me going down on her. He had been rubbing my back while I talked and had pushed my PJ top up to caress me on my skin. The more I talked about the threesome and how delicious her breasts felt in my mouth the more his hands explored my back and traced down my sides and along the edge of my shorts.
I told him about how tight she felt when I inserted one finger and then another in her. His reaction was to press his groin into my lower back. He stayed like for a moment before lighting grinding against my buttocks.
He held onto my hip and he moved with me asking if this was the pace we followed. I simply nodded. His hand now snaked up my exposed stomach and lightly grazed my breast. My hard nipples rose up to meet his fingertips when they returned and he squeezed them one by one in between his index finger and thumb. Rolling them gently and sending sparks throughout my body.
We were still lightly grinding against each other as he caressed my breasts slowly, over and over again, making it hard for me to think straight. His fingers worked slowly down by body, taking my shorts with them and leaving my bottom exposed.
I felt panic as sanity returned, asking myself what the hell I was doing, but those thoughts were immediately forgotten when his fingers traced the outline of my soaked pussy and I knew in that moment that this was what I wanted. And I wanted it badly. My body was on fire, and he gently started stroking me. Slowly. Extremely slowly he teased and pleased me while kissing the back of my neck and nibbling my ear. I wanted more. I reached behind me and started pulling at his shorts. We had already crossed so many taboo lines, what was one more? Finally he was free and I held his cock in my hand. It was hard and thick and I knew it would feel amazing inside me. I tilted my head backwards and kissed him and he entered me.
Fuck he felt good.
Our kiss deepened as he filled me more and more with his glorious cock. The tenderness was fading as primal desire took over. We both felt it. The lust. The heat. The passion that was going to explode. He pulled me up onto by knees and fucked me from behind. I say ‘fuck’ because it was rough and hard. That fine line between pleasure and pain, and I was enjoying every moment of it. Bracing myself with one hand on the bed, I used the other to finger my clit. I was mad with desire and needed a release. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build up inside me. I told Sloan that I was close. ‘Come for me, babes. Come,’ He whispered in my ear, and that was all it took for me to have one of the best climaxes of my life.
I was starting to come down when he flipped me onto my back. Entering me slowly this time, he bent down to kiss me tenderly, sending little shivers down my spine. I arched my hips to meet him as he increased his thrusts. Going deeper each time, filling every inch me. I felt the stirring of another orgasm building up inside and stroked my clit. Greedy for more. He quickened his pace and it wasn’t long until he was releasing his load in me. I joined him with an orgasm of my own. Milking his cock for every last drop.
Still laying on top of me he looked me in the eyes and asked if I was okay. I told him I’d never felt better and I was by no means done with him yet…