A/N: Thanks again for all the kind reviews. I'm really having fun with this story. We'll see where it goes but if you guys don't mind some gratuitous smut I'll keep writing it!
I lay on my back on the couch, Fiona's beautiful head resting on my chest. Her arms traced patterns on my chest and stomach, every so often dipping down to my waist and thighs. Our legs were intertwined.
I ran my fingers through her hair, kissing the top of her head as she pressed small kisses to my shoulder. My other hand caressed her back from her neck down to her waist, occasionally traveling further down to graze over her ass. I drew her close against my leg and she shuddered slightly.
"Do we have a job to work on, Michael?" she asked before leaning in and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my shoulder. Her tongue gently caressed my skin, sending spasms of pleasure shooting through me.
"At some point we do, but Sam is doing the heavy lifting right now," I replied, grasping her ass with both hands and pulling her tight against my thigh. I could feel the wetness beginning to develop between her legs.
"And your mom?" she asked, reaching between us to brush over my growing erection before moving down to lightly cup my balls. Her fingers gently worked to massage and caress them as my hips lightly rocked against her.
"Uh, mom is having lunch with Mrs. Reynolds and then going to the mall I think. Not my responsibility today," I replied, struggling hard to make coherent sentences as Fiona's hands continued to work their magic between my legs.
She was absolutely irresistible. It was taking everything in me to resist the urge to just flip her onto her back and take her right away. I wanted to pound into her and feel her flutter around me as I drove her over the edge. What was making it even harder to resist was the fact that I knew she would love that. Memories of the look of absolute joy on her face on past occasions where I had thrown her down and dominated her made my erection ache for her.
Fiona rotated her hips, spreading her legs a little bit wider around my thigh and grinding her clit against me. I felt her whole body shudder as I held her to me.
She pulled back a little, her hands still massaging my balls, and leaned up to kiss me. Her tongue thrust forcefully against my teeth until I parted them to meet her tongue with my own. My hands moved to her breasts, kneading them and rolling her nipples between my fingers until they were rock hard. She moaned into my mouth and pressed her core against my thigh again.
She was now dripping as her hands reached for mine. She guided my hand towards her, taking one finger and pressing it against her clit.
"Michael, please," she cried out, guiding my finger in circles over and around her clit.
"I want you to feel it, Fi," I replied, repositioning our hands so hers was under mine. I pressed her own finger against her clit, using it to work her into a frenzy.
Her head rolled forward to rest on my shoulder while her free hand reached up to pull me down. Before I knew it she was lying on her back and I was positioned over her.
I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue urgently claiming her mouth as I continued working our joined hands between her legs. I ran our hands between her legs, letting her feel the wetness and warmth. I brushed her fingers over her entrance and she cried out with pleasure.
"Oh Michael, I want you inside me," she screamed, her hips now writhing uncontrollably.
"Soon, Fi, very soon," I promised, my free hand smoothing her hair as my mouth moved to her breasts. "First I want you to feel what it's like when you cum around me."
My hand guided hers to her entrance, lightly probing her dripping pussy but not entering yet. I used our thumbs to stroke her clit, sending her closer to the edge. I slowly guided her finger inside, continuing to stroke her clit as I heard her breath catch in her throat. Her free hand laced its way into my hair as she repeatedly moaned.
I inserted one of my own fingers and slowly pumped our joined fingers in and out of her as her breath quickened. I guided another of her fingers inside, pausing at her entrance to allow her to spread a bit more. She was so wet it slid in easily. I continued using her thumb to work at her clit, slowly massaging as I felt the beginnings of her orgasm wash over her.
Her hips were writhing against our fingers as she moaned my name. I felt her walls start to spasm and I quickened my efforts.
"You feel that Fi," I said as she came, "That's what it feels like when I'm inside you."
She didn't reply as I kissed her lips, slowly withdrawing our fingers. I felt her spread her legs around me, her heels wrapping around my legs and trying to guide me into her.
"Inside me, now," she said, looking into my eyes. "I can't wait any longer Michael."
I wanted to hold back and make this last longer but her command was impossible to resist.
"You want me to fuck you, Fi?" I asked as I positioned myself.
"HARD, Michael," she replied, "and don't stop until you cum." She reached between us and stroked my cock a few times before running her finger between my balls up to the base of my cock.
"Oh fuck yes, Fi, you're so good," I said, pushing my throbbing tip inside her.
I rested there as she continued stroking my balls, a look of complete satisfaction on her face. I rocked my hips slightly, pumping my tip in and out of her. She was moaning and panting as her hands moved to lightly scratch my sides.
"You want more?" I asked, pushing a little further inside her.
"I want all of you inside me Michael," she replied, arching her back in an effort to draw me deeper inside her.
"Like this?" I asked as I thrust all the way into her, my pubic bone crashing against her clit and making her cry out.
That was all it took and I could hold back no longer. I pounded into her, repeatedly bringing her to the edge. Each time she pulsed around me I pounded harder into her. She was practically bouncing off of the couch but she didn't seem to care, repeatedly calling out my name and meeting my every stroke with one of her own.
Fiona came again and again, crying out each time and asking for more.
"How many times, Fi?" I asked as I continued to stroke her.
"How many times what, Michael?" she asked, panting my name in her breathless way that made me want her even more.
"Did you cum Fi? How many times did you cum?"
"I lost count," she replied, reaching for my hips. "And you better make me cum again."
Any semblance of control was lost at those words. I leaned back, grabbed her hips, and thrust my hips towards her as I pulled her towards me. We crashed violently together, her face showing absolute pleasure and contentment each time I pounded her. She continually screamed my name as she pulsed around me. I wasn't going to last much longer.
Fiona's hands reached for my wrists, repeatedly stroking them and the new touch of her skin against mine sent spasms of pleasure through me. It was time, and as I pounded into her a few final times she pulsed around me again and I screamed her name as I spilled into her.
She reached for my shoulders, pulling me down on top of her and kissing me hard. I stroked her hair as I waited for our breathing to return to normal.
"Roll over, Fi, I don't want to crush you," I said, holding her to me and flipping us over. She snuggled up closer, nuzzling her head into my chest, her ear resting over my heart.
Her fingers stroked my arm as she periodically sighed. We would have to get up and get some work done soon, but for now I enjoyed having her close to me.
"Michael?" she asked, placing her chin on my chest and looking up at me. It was impossible for me to say no to her when she looked at me like that and I suspect she knew that.
"Yes Fi?" I replied, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.
"Do you think we can go out for dinner? Maybe Sam will meet us at Carlito's and we can talk about what we need to do for the job."
"Wait a second; you actually want Sam to meet us?"
"Well he's important to you and…"
"And what, Fi?"
"Well, he's… he's uh… I guess he's helpful," she replied in a way that made it seem painful for her to admit.
I laughed, watching her head bob up and down with the motion of my chest. "That he is, Fi. And sure, we can go out for dinner."
With that she leaned up to kiss me before bounding off of the couch. I watched her dress as she threw my own clothes over to me. As I pulled my clothes on she leaned in for one more kiss.
As she readied herself to go out, gathering her clothes and shoes and brushing her hair into a ponytail, I called Sam, telling him to meet us at Carlito's.
"Fiona really suggested it?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"She sure did Sam."
"Michael, come on, I'm hungry!" Fiona called.
I headed downstairs to meet her. She looked gorgeous—even moreso than usual—and I couldn't resist pulling her close and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her lips.
"I said I'm hungry, Michael," she said, grasping my hands and pulling me out the door.
It was good to be home.
A/N: I don't think I'm going to end this story here, don't worry. I would dearly love to keep them naked and in bed forever but they need to go out at some point.