He poured her another glass of wine and leaned back against the couch. She was sitting cross-legged across from him on the floor, the Scrabble game board between them. Rain beat on the roof and windows.
He reached out and stopped her hand from laying a tile down. “What?” she said, startled.
“Enough of this game.”
“But I ...” Pushing the game away with his foot, he moved to her on his hands and knees. Kissing her lips, he gently pushed her back to the floor.
Stretched on top of her, he kissed her, sliding his tongue in and out of her warm mouth. He worked his way down her throat to the top button of her blouse. With his teeth, he pulled the button from its hole and nuzzled her shirt open farther. He kissed the curve of her breast and took her shirt and bra off.
In the cool air of the room, her nipples got hard immediately, and he rolled one between his lips, sucking it gently, lazily. She sighed and arched her back, guiding his head with both hands.
He moved down, undoing her jeans and pulling them off. He sat back on his knees, looking at her, taking his clothes off. He reached behind him for the wine glass.
He tilted the glass slightly, so that a small amount splashed onto her mound. She gasped, raising her head to look at him. He put the glass to the side and went down to lick the wine. He pushed her legs apart, tonguing her pussy lips and clit, fingering her. He ran his tongue around her cunt hole as he rubbed her asshole, then rolled her over.
He poured more wine over her back and ass, sucking it off, licking her. He pulled her up on her knees and went inside from behind. He moved inside her, deep and slow, making her moan.
He pulled out and she turned around, hugging him hard, her hand on his dick. He thrust his hand between her thighs, stroking her.
She pushed him back against the couch, sitting on his lap, sliding his hard on inside her pussy. She rode him, her mouth against his neck. He cupped her ass in his hands, his finger inside. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling his dick out. He moved her forward on his lap, and thrust his dick into her ass.
She moaned, pushing herself down on him, getting him deeper. He pushed her head back, baring her breasts, and took a nipple in his mouth. She cried his name, sliding off his lap, moving to the couch.
She was kneeling on the couch, pressed to the back cushions. He moved in behind her, one arm wrapped around her, his hand between her thighs. He pressed the head of his dick against her ass, slowly parting her cheeks, and then lunged inside her. She shrieked, writhing, but he held her tightly, rubbing her hard as he fucked her, feeling her coming inside and out, as he ejaculated a hot stream inside her.
He fell forward, pressing her to the couch. She reached behind her to stroke the side of his thigh languidly. “Was that good for ya?” he whispered, and she answered, “The best ever.”
