Erotic Fiction: Touch Me
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Avery shut the door behind her the moment we stumbled into our apartment. From the open window in the living room, we could hear the loud festivities of Pride sounding below; whoops and shouts from folx lining the sidewalks, people laughing and talking. All these noises melded together to create one jumbled cacophony. We’d ducked out of the celebratory crowds just long enough to rest our feet, catch our breath, and — of course — steal time away for a quickie in the comfort of our own home.
With her shoes kicked off to the side, Avery crossed the apartment to our bedroom in just a few strides, her long, slender legs carrying her into the quiet seclusion of the room in a split second. I heard my name called out from behind the door, a single syllable ringing confidently in a sing-song voice: “Jim.”
I grinned, strolling towards her voice. Even though we’d been together for months now, I still felt giddy at the thought of undressing her, of feeling her fill me up. When I entered through the threshold, Avery was pulling her pink blouse over her head, her skirt already pooled at her ankles as she stepped out of it. The hustle and bustle of the outside revels filtered through the window, an accompanying breeze drifting in along with it. The wind gently blew Avery’s dark brown hair around her broad shoulders and dainty neck, pushing the strands to fall down the length of her back.
“You’re hot,” I said, matter-of-factly. “Like, really hot.” She laughed, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Stop it.” Avery tilted her head to the side as I moved to her, running my hand along her shoulder and pulling her to me to kiss her softly. Her lips moved in tandem with mine, fingers fumbling blindly at the button and zipper of my jeans to haphazardly pull them over my hips. She whispered a mumbled plea for help, which I more than happily obliged to.
The moment my pants were hanging loosely at my thighs, I had her pushed onto the bed with her legs spread, her penis hard and erect as she waited for me to fuck her. Avery reached between her thighs to run the tips of her fingers along her perineum, caressing her scrotum and length of her shaft without breaking eye contact. Watching her made me wet, made me ache to mount her and feel her deep inside of me while I rode her.
In that moment, all the chaos happening just outside our apartment, all the excitement and happiness and celebration… it disappeared. The world narrowed down to her and me at that moment. No external stimuli. The whole world right there in that bedroom.
Avery watched me with hooded eyes as I crawled over the top of her, taking her dick in my hands and stroking it before sliding it into me. My pussy coated her in a slick wetness, helping her slide in and out of me in an easy, fluid motion. She let out a long sigh, head tilting back into the pillow as she groaned. I watched her as I balanced my body up against the wall behind the bed, peering down at her.
Avery’s eyes were closed, the once-distinct blue, pink, and white stripes of her eyeshadow beginning to blur together as the day dragged on. When they flitted open, her eyes locked on mine.
“Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder.”
I readjusted my stance, holding onto Avery’s hips and thrust against her in quick, deep motions. She was girthy, stretching me open and giving a slight bit of resistance as I buried her inside of me. Her arms stretched above her head, grasping the pillows around her as she neared that inevitable point of release. I was there too, the angle of her hips pushing against me in all the right spots. It was always like this, though — full, earth-shattering orgasms for the both of us each time we fucked.
The rhythm was steady, the perfect tempo measured between us that would get us to where we needed. I was the first to climax, my vagina contracting against Avery’s dick. She cried out a second later, releasing herself into me before pulling my sweat-sheened body towards her. I chuckled, smiling at Avery and moving a stray piece of hair away from her face. We rested against each other’s bodies, chest to chest, feeling the other breathing. In a few moments, we’d have the energy to roll out of bed, get dressed, and make it out in time for the Pride Parade.
