Booth's birthday Present (B&B) By TempestJo (M)

by TempestJo Sun Nov 22, 2009 3:03 pm

Just a little experiment, I've never written anything like this before, wondering how it will be received....
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He sat in the chair, a blindfold covering his eyes, a nervous flutter in the pit of his stomach. There was a click, and his favourite CD started playing in the background.

“What’s going on?” He asked, excitement warring with curiosity evident in his voice.

She pressed against him from behind, her lips brushing against his ear. “Happy Birthday.” Her tongue darted out, caressing the curve of his earlobe, making his breath catch in his throat.

She arched her back as she straightened, pressing her breasts against his neck and the back of his head.

He felt her breasts graze him, and his mind went blank with pleasure. He felt flesh, not fabric. His neck tingled, and he felt the blood rush to his crotch. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ease the tightness in his jeans.

She slowly undid the blindfold letting it slide across his face as she pulled it off, dropping it to the floor. She leaned over his shoulder, pressing her ruby red lips to his smooth cheek. “Don’t touch. Not till I say Sugar.”

He nodded, then watched in amazement as a long slender leg crossed his lap, the six inch heel resting on the edge of the chair. He gripped the seat of the chair with both hands, willing himself to not touch.

She slid her foot to the edge of the chair, twisting her hip to bring her body into view. His eyes were wide, taking her outfit in. She touched her finger to his lips, then ran it down her body, pausing to cup her breasts, squeezing them so they bulged over the edges of her black bra, then continuing down over her flat belly, coming to rest at the top of her very short skirt. She smiled.

Thunder rushed through his head as he watched her finger trail down her luscious body. His chest felt as tight as his pants, his hard-on was beginning to ache.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and straddled his lap, bending forward brushing her breasts against his face, her eyes on his, seeing and feeling his mouth part as he felt her against him, hearing him groan. She spun around, pressing her rear against his chest as she slid down to sit on his lap, resting her head on his shoulder, arching her back to give him another eyeful of her cleavage.

He could not believe this was happening. This was the best birthday present EVER.

She ran her hands down her sides slowly, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt, lifting her hips and sliding it off completely. He shuddered beneath her. She leaned forward, undoing her hair, letting it fall in a shiny curtain over her shoulders before standing up and twirling around to face him, swaying her hips in time to the music, swivelling them erotically. She reached for her bra clasp and undid it, letting the bra fall slowly down her arms before falling to the floor. She stepped forward and slid onto his lap, facing him, her fingers stroking him through his jeans before sliding up his chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt, throwing it open against his shoulders.
She tilted forward and touched her tongue to his chest, drawing a line from his nipple to his collarbone, then up the side of his face, till her lips hovered against his.

He was clenching the seat so hard he wouldn’t be at all surprised if it splinted beneath his hands. He tried to kiss her, but she moved her mouth out of reach, a sly smile on those tantalizing lips. He swallowed.

She ground herself against him, he pushed back, unable to resist.

She straightened her legs and stood against his chest, shaking her finger at him. “No touching.” She whispered, pressing the wagging finger into his mouth. She held up the wet finger, and keeping her gaze on him, lowered it until it was pressed against her intimately.

He felt like he’d just tasted her, and he wanted to do it for real. He desperately wanted her under his tongue, squirming in ecstasy. His heart was thudding painfully in his chest.

She saw the thought in his eyes, and knew he wouldn’t stay still much longer, so she sat down on him again, farther back on his thighs, her hands caressing him as they undid his pants and pushed them down his hips, giving her unrestricted access to his throbbing member.
She gripped him and he shuddered, his jaw clenching tightly. She used his shoulder to leverage herself, moving her g-string to the side, sliding down until he was half buried in her.

Her mouth parted as she felt fire surge from her knees up, and she whispered the code word on a moan.

He grabbed her hips and thrust into her in one swift movement, a loud groan bursting from his throat.

She gasped his name, and he slid them to the floor, impaling her with each thrust, filling her completely, as she writhed beneath him, her fingers scratching his back as she clung to him.

He moved against her, chest rubbing her breasts with each shove, feeling the intensity building within him, knowing he couldn’t last much longer. He raised himself on one elbow, sliding the other hand between them, rubbing her gently as she begged in gasps and whispers for release.

Finally, she arched against him, crying out as she felt the waves of tension and fulfilment washing over her, blinding her to everything but the stars shooting behind her eyelids.

It was the unconscious signal he was waiting for, and he let himself clutch her to him, shuddering into her, losing himself in her arms, the muscles on his back rippling as he thrust in desperation, his need rising till at last he went over the edge, bursting.

They lay entwined on the floor, breathing deeply, their foreheads touching.

She smiled at him, and he pressed his lips to hers, tenderly.

“I love you..”

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So......................
Is the experiment a success? Or no?