Logan
I felt her hand move caressingly to my inner thigh, stopping just short of where I ached most for her touch.
Her tongue caressed my lips, teasing me, before becoming more bold and sliding deep into my mouth.
As I buried my hands in her hair to hold her closer, I became aware of her still fully clothed body lying against my near naked one. Her breasts pressed against my torso, her legs entangled with mine.
My mine focus, however, was on that sensually probing tongue and how it was making me feel. That focus shifted downwards as her hand crept slowly up my thigh. Every muscle became taut with anticipation; my hands began to clench in her hair…. until she reached her destination and cupped my erection through my boxers before squeezing lightly.
A deep-throated groan escaped me.
" Max!"
Her name was on my lips as I jerked awake, my head rising slightly from my pillow as I did so. The groan that escaped me as I realised I was alone was one of sheer frustration; I collapsed back onto my pillow, aroused and aching.
It was the chess game that had done it, I realised, thinking back over the evening.
And as I lay there sweaty and aroused, my breathing shallow and fast, I turned my head into the pillow and remembered her unwitting seduction over a game of chess.
