“Well?”
Oh fuck. He’s so excited and I want to laugh my ass off. Why does this turn him on? Does he have a furniture fetish I’m unaware of? I have a goofy smirk on my lips when I sit in the center dip and look up at him. My mouth hangs open for a second, but the grin doesn’t fade. I pat the curves of leather and finally manage, “Sean, I don’t know what to say. I think you’ve seriously rendered me speechless.”
His certainty fades. “Why?”
“Because, you bought me a camel-toe couch.” I’m sitting there with an incredulous look on my face when Sean bursts out laughing. It’s not the kind of light laugh when you think something is mildly entertaining, either. It’s a full blown, belly laugh. I should have been a comedian. I’m a riot and seriously have no idea why he’s laughing, because this is the ugliest couch I’ve ever seen. I’m not into modern. Even Marty knows that.
When Sean stops laughing he gives me a look. “You seriously don’t know what this is?”
Obviously not, assuming his belly-laughter was any indication. So I pat it again and smile up at him, saying more certainly, “Of course I do. It’s a one of a kind, camel-toe couch. For when yoga pants aren’t enough. Do you have some weird thing for large horse-like animals with boobs that I need to know about, or does this stem back to a deranged camel-toe fetish?”
Sean doesn’t reply. Instead the smirk slips off his face as he moves quickly. Before I know what happened, he’s lifting me and then lowers me onto his lap. Sean sits under me in the center of the dip and my legs are wrapped around his waist. I gasp as he pushes me back against one of the leather humps and runs his hands up under my shirt, and cups my breasts. “It’s a sex chair, one of the best in the world. Now I can have you anyway I want.”
I’m still not getting it, so he shows me. He lifts and pivots me, before I sit back down on his lap, facing away from him. My feet reach the floor, making it easier to do things—like ride him hard and fast. He directs me to lean forward and lean against the larger curve of the couch. I do so and he kneels behind me, pressing against my backside. I can feel how much he wants me through his pants as he whispers into my ear, “Thinking of being with you on this chair has been driving me crazy.”
My mind is filled with a lusty fog and my eyes are half closed. “I retract my previous statement. I like the chair better than the box.”
“You never said you liked the box better.”
“Oh?” I glance back at him and he pushes his hard length against my thigh, pressing me into the leather and stealing my breath.
“No.” The corner of his lips twitch, as if he wants to smile. He tickles me until we’re tangled together and I’m twisted back looking at his beautiful mouth, wanting things that we shouldn’t do right now. “When does Amber get back?”
I shrug. “Sometimes she’s gone for a few days at a time. She’s kinda whorey and takes a bed wherever she can find one.”
Sean doesn’t wait for me to stop talking. His lips mash against mine as his hands slip under the hem of my shirt. In an instant, it’s over my head and my bra is gone. Sean’s warm hands run over my body, feeling my curves until he reaches my jeans. Breathing heavily, he nips my ear. “Turn away and stand up.”
I do as he says and Sean strips me completely. I lean over the round part of the chair with Sean sitting behind me. I hear him moving and assume that he’s getting rid of his clothing. Before I can look back I feel his hot mouth inching closer to my lower lips. He slips his tongue along my seam and I grip the chair harder, hugging it with my arms, as Sean teases me. Pressing his face between my legs, he licks deeper, and caresses my most sensitive parts.
Gasping for air, I dig my nails into the chair as his tongue goes to work, licking, sucking, and nipping me. Desire swirls through my body in hot waves as I try to hold back. I don’t want to let go yet, but when he adds fingers I can’t keep it together. My hips slam against his hand as he pushes inside of me, first one finger, and then two. I can’t get enough of him.
“Come on baby.”
“Not yet,” I breathe.
“Oh? Do you like being teased?” I nod and his fingers disappear, followed by his hot mouth.
“No!” I feel frantic and am ready to turn around when I feel his fingers wrap around my inner-thighs and push my legs further apart. He presses his naked body against mine, sliding his length against me. I moan and try to shift so he slips inside of me, but Sean holds my hips in place.
“We’re teasing you right now, Miss Smith. Be still.”