She moaned lightly as she felt his teeth against her neck, biting and nipping gently at her skin. She felt his hand travel round to her back, unhooking her bra. She laughed softly, reminiscing at the many times he used to torture her in college, using his bra skills to tempt her before, during and after classes…
After.
Sandy Cohen peered into a drawer before choosing a plain white t-shirt. He lifted his wife beater off his once sweaty body. He always loved a run after the girlfriendless classes. She had always found his sweat-beaded body hard to resist after what seemed like the longest class ever. Kirsten Nichol crept into his open dorm room and to his own bedroom. She leaned against the frame, hugging a sketchbook to her as she watched her boyfriend. God, he's so hot. He didn't notice her eyeing him from behind, watching the muscles on his back contort and ripple, hypnotizing her.
"Hey, handsome," she purred.
"Hey, yourself, beautiful." Sandy turned around, startled before flashing a seductive smile and picking up his shirt.
Kirsten shook her head, smiling softly, "Leave it off, it suits you."
Sandy looked at her, surprised. She looked at him, her eyes dancing with lust as she motioned him to get on the bed. He laughed, gently, clambering onto the bed. He patted a spot next to him. She shook her head.
"I just got an assignment last class and you're going to be my model, Sandy. Lie down and don't move, okay?" Kirsten walked over to his desk, pulling out his desk chair and placing it near the bed. She sat down, pulling her sketchpad onto her lap. She flipped through a few pages, sketches of herself, her sister, and other friends. She took out a charcoal pencil and began to sketch her lover's body.
Sandy gave a brief flex before posing seductively for her. "How's this? Or this? Do you like it like this, baby?" asked Sandy, changing from pose to pose. Kirsten peeked over the top of her sketchpad, giggling softly as she continued to sketch. She concentrated on the shape of his muscles, the definition of his chest and arms, the sculpted form of his abdomen. She didn't notice him get off the bed. He stood behind her, startling her as he pushed aside her hair and began sucking on her flesh. Kirsten groaned lightly, "Sandy, don't. I have to finish this."
Sandy ignored her, knowing full well that the groan was out of pleasure and not from frustration. He continued to nip and bite at her skin before sliding his hands down her arms and taking the pencil and sketchpad from her. As he placed them behind him on the desk, she turned around, shaking her head, "You're being bad, you know that?"
He smiled at her briefly before lowering his lips to her neck once more. He kissed her jaw line before stopping before her earlobe. He tugged at it gently as his hands reached behind her and unhooked her bra as he whispered, "Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?"
Kirsten shook her head as she opened her mouth to speak. "I… hmmm," came from her as she was silenced by Sandy's mouth on her own. Kirsten couldn't resist him any longer as she reached up and pulled his head to her, allowing her to access his mouth more easily. She moaned gently as his tongue entered her mouth. Sandy leaned over her, wrapping his arms around her before gathering her up completely. She wrapped her long legs around his waist as their lips parted. With one arm draped around her trim waist, the other swept everything off his desk. She giggled as his lips attacked her, already reddening, skin. She allowed her hands to become lost in his hair as he placed her onto the desk, his hands on either side of her. His hands climbed up her body, taking with it, her shirt. He smiled at the sight of her. Her hair was no longer done, her bra sliding off her, her mouth partly open, her breathing erratic. He removed her bra and pressed his lips to hers. She grabbed his waist, pulling him toward her as his hand stroked her outer thighs before climbing up her skirt. His fingers grabbed the lace fabric of her panties and slid them down her slender legs. They fell to the floor in with a silent thud as Kirsten moved herself closer to Sandy's experienced fingers.
She threw her head back as she became lost to Sandy's touches. He leaned forward taking one breast into his mouth, causing Kirsten to moan loudly. Her hand grabbed an area of hair, pressing his head closer to her body as the other gripped the edge of the wooden desk, her knuckles whitening. Sandy's fingers worked wildly beneath her as he felt her clamp down around him, sending shivers through her, letting out a screaming moan. Her once erratic breathing slowed as Sandy pressed his lips to hers.
She moaned as his tongue pushed past her lips and danced with hers. He lifted her gently as he removed her skirt, leaving her naked on his desk. Her hands roamed his chest as she bit and tugged at his lip gently. He looked her in the eye, his bushy eyebrow raised. She flashed him a seductive smile before leaning in to nibble on his earlobe, "It's my turn to please you."
Kirsten sucked at his collarbone, nipping gently at his skin. She parted her legs to allow him to get closer to her, wrapping them around his body. She kissed a trail from his neck to his chest, her tongue snaking out to write her name on his chest, marking him as hers. Her hands toyed with the hair from his belly button downward. She smiled into his chest as she undid the button and zipper on his jeans. She pushed both his final garments to the ground first before grabbing him, stroking him gently. Sandy moaned at the feeling of her hands on him as well as her lips on his neck. He closed his eyes as he relished in the feeling. She continued to tug at him, softer and harder, slower and faster. He pulled back from her, suddenly, leaving her alone on the desk. "What's wrong?" she asked, noticing him taking deep, long breaths.
"Nothing," he said, taking her mouth with his rapidly and meshing his tongue with hers. She grabbed a handful of his hair as she kissed him back with fervor. His index finger teased her gently as she moaned into his mouth. He continued his assault on her as she begged, "Please."
He held himself at her entrance, touching her gently with the tip of his entirety. She moved forward, toward him. He ran it up and down her, causing her to moan and shudder. She leaned forward and bit his shoulder as she grabbed his waist and pushed him to her. He entered her slowly before withdrawing himself completely from her. She traced the outline of his ear with her tongue before biting his earlobe, "God, Sandy, please."
She caused a shiver to run through his spine as he entered her once again, filling her with his completely. She groaned appreciatively and tightened the hold her legs had on his waist. He moved against her slowly at first before picking up a pace she could follow with small thrusts of her own. She wrapped her arms around him as they continued to move together, their heartbeats matching, their breathing ragged and short. She dug her fingernails into his back as she felt herself growing hot all over her body.
Sandy leaned against her, pressing his hands against the desk beneath her. He thrust into her harder, deeper. He let out a guttural cry as she gave out a loud, almost pained moan as they came together. She hugged him to her as his breathing slowed. His body fell against hers, his head against her chest. She leaned her chin on the top of his head before kissing his sweaty hair as she backed against the wall. "That was…" she began.
"Amazing," he breathed. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, "You're beautiful."
She blushed at his comment before pushing back his hair from his forehead, "So are you. It's always in this moment I find you the most attractive."
"Really? It's not when I'm working out or anything?" he asked.
She laughed softly, "You're hot then too. But right after this, you're so at peace and you glow."
"You know, I could say the same about you. You always have his rosy tint to you and your eyes are alive and so blue, I swear I can see the ocean in them sometimes," said Sandy, giving her a small squeeze.
"Well, Mr. Cohen, that's enough flattery from you. It's time for you to get on that bed and sit still so I can finish my sketch," said Kirsten, suddenly.
"But…" began Sandy. He was comfortable where he was, nestled safely in her arms.
"Oh, no, mister. You've distracted me long enough," said Kirsten, a grin on her face. He was always so adorable.
"But Mrs. Cohen…" he began before realize what he said uttered, "Oh, um, I… I meant… um…"
Kirsten stared at him, wide-eyed before beginning her own stutters, "Uh, I… um, well… uh… I… you know what, why don't you go… over there… and I'll, um, draw you, okay?"
"Uh, oh, of course," said Sandy, getting up off her and walking to the bed, mentally slapping himself in the face. He had thought about her for too long. He had already thought about making her his wife, getting married, having children. But they were still in college and weren't ready for that quite yet or were they? Kirsten shook her head, he called her Mrs. Cohen. It wasn't as if she had never thought about it. She was already crazy in love with him. She had imagined becoming his wife and bearing his children. But they were still in college and couldn't possibly be thinking that far ahead, could they?
Kirsten got up and grabbed a pillow, hugging it to her body as she began to sketch once more. She looked up from her sketchpad, noticing Sandy looking awkward on the bed. He didn't know what he should do with his body. She smiled as she put the pencil, pad, and pillow down on the floor. She walked over to the bed, clambering onto it. She leant over him, taking his limbs and putting them into the position she desired. He looked up at her, her hair framing her face, which contorted slightly as she bit her lip in thought. He lifted his head and kissed her gently. She smiled as she straddled his torso and pinned his hands above his head, "Why can't you be a good husband and lie still for me?"
Her eyes grew wide as she realized what she had just said. Sandy stared at her as she searched for a way out of what she had just said. "Kirsten, what did you just—" began Sandy before being cut off by Kirsten's lips on his. She kissed him with urgency as her eyes remained open. She had to take his mind off of what she had just said. She rolled her eyes as she mentally slapped herself for her Freudian slip. Ugh, you have got to be kidding me. After he just called me Mrs. Cohen. I go and call him my husband. You're an idiot, Kirsten Cohen, I mean Nichol. God, help me. Her thoughts were interrupted as she groaned, Sandy's tongue exploring her warm mouth.
Sandy wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body tight against his. His hands caressed the curves of her body before touching her gently between her legs. She writhed against him, moaning into his mouth. She placed one hand on either side of his head and lifted herself from him, their lips parting. One of his hands traveled to her rear, cupping it and rubbing it gently as the other kept its strokes on her most sensitive area. Sandy lifted his head to kiss her neck, leaving sweet trails of kisses. She moaned, breathlessly, unable to pull herself away from his mouth and his hands, "Sandy, don't, I need to do this for class. I need to do this." She arched her neck, allowing him greater access, her voice and her body betraying her. Kirsten lowered herself slightly, kissing Sandy's mouth and moving to his jaw. Sandy's mouth rested near her ear as his tongue reached out and dipped into her ear, "And I need to do you."
Kirsten lifted herself up slightly, looking deep into his eyes before kissing him feverishly.
She allowed him to enter her as she dropped herself onto him. He groaned at her familiar pressure. She refused to move as she parted lips with his and stared at him. "Kirsten, what—"
"I won't move unless you promise me that after this, you'll let me finish my sketch. Promise me, Sandy or I will leave you high and dry and I won't let you touch me for a week," she said, sternly. She winked at him as he nodded. His hands flew to her hips as she rocked herself on and off his length, grinding herself into him. She gripped the sheets around his head as she leaned over to kiss him. She caught his upper lip between her teeth and tugged, gently as she felt herself approaching climax. He moved beneath her, pushing himself into her. Their pace quickened as they felt the other's warmth peaking. He met her thrusts with deep ones of his own, forcing them both to cry out the other's name in ecstasy. She collapsed against him as he held her tight against his body, still connected.
"That was amazing, yet again," he breathed, "You're beautiful."
"Remember your promise, Mr. Cohen or you won't have this amazing feeling for a week," said Kirsten, sighing against his chest. She smiled as she felt his chest rise and drop quickly as he laughed.
He brushed back the hair from her sweaty forehead as he kissed it, gently, "Yeah, I know." Mrs. Cohen.