I’d just gotten back from a BBQ, still in this flimsy floral sundress I love. It’s light, breezy, and just barely covers anything. My FWB was already at my place, scrolling through his phone on my couch when I walked in. He looked up, and his eyes, usually so chill, just ignited. He took me in, from my bare shoulders to where the fabric floated just above my knees. A slow smile spread across his face.
"Well, hello there," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "That dress... it was made for trouble."
I felt a blush creep up my neck. "Is that so?" I tried to sound playful, but my heart was already starting to thump. He stood up, closing the distance between us, and laid his hands on my hips, pulling me close. I could feel the heat radiating off him.
"Yeah. It's screaming for me to just lift it up and get a taste," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. The directness made my breath hitch. I mean, we've done it plenty of times, but there was something about the casualness of that desire, about wanting me in the dress, that just sent shivers down my spine.
"Really?" I managed, my voice a little breathless. My core was already clenching with anticipation.
He just grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah. What do you say? Let's take that sundress to a new level."
I didn't need to say anything. I just bit my lip and nodded, already leaning into him, my hands finding their way around his neck. He practically scooped me up, carrying me into my bedroom. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, the soft fabric of my dress bunching up around my thighs. He didn't even drop me on the bed, just stood me on my feet, hands still on my hips, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the hard ridge of him pressing against the thin cotton of my dress.
"God, you’re so soft," he groaned, his thumbs tracing the line of my hipbones. He reached under the hem of my dress, his fingers brushing the bare skin of my inner thigh. I shivered, a low sound escaping my throat. He didn't rush. His hand slowly worked its way higher, past the lace of my panties, until his fingertips were brushing against my soaking wet entrance. I gasped, leaning my head back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut.
"Already so ready, huh?" he chuckled, his voice thick with pleasure. He slipped a finger inside me, then another, slowly stretching me. My body instinctively arched into his touch, desperately seeking more. He found my clit with his thumb and began to tease, circling, pressing, rubbing. The pressure was exquisite, building quickly, too fast. I felt a whine building in my chest. "You like that, baby?" he murmured, leaning down to pepper kisses along my jawline.
"Oh god, yes," I choked out, my hips starting to buck against his hand. He increased the pressure, his fingers expertly dancing inside me while his thumb never left that sweet spot. My vision started to blur, sensations exploding behind my eyelids. I couldn't hold still. My hands flew up, blindly batting at his shoulders, my knuckles hitting him with soft blows that I barely registered. It was a primal reaction, my body overwhelmed. I felt the first wave hit me, a powerful tremor that shook me from my core, making my legs tremble. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting out a drawn-out moan as I came, my body clenching around his fingers. The soft fabric of my sundress rustled around my waist as I convulsed.
He didn't pull away. Not yet. He kept his fingers inside me, letting me ride out the aftershocks, his thumb still lightly tracing my now hyper-sensitive clit. My legs felt like jelly, and I slumped against him, trying to catch my breath. He just held me there, letting me recover, before slowly withdrawing his hand.
"That was just the warm-up," he murmured, a low promise in his voice. He gently pushed me back onto the bed, the sundress still around my waist, a soft cloud of fabric. He slid down, kneeling between my legs, and my stomach flipped with anticipation. I knew what was coming.
His hot breath ghosted over my soaked pussy before his tongue made first contact. I let out a sharp gasp, my back arching off the bed. He was relentless, his tongue mapping every inch of my swollen folds, tasting me, swirling around my clit. Oh god, it was too good. My fingers tangled in my hair, pulling at the roots as he licked and sucked, teasing me with the tip of his tongue before diving in deep again. My hips lifted off the bed, involuntarily bucking with every stroke of his tongue. He was driving me absolutely wild.
A raw cry ripped from my throat as the pleasure became unbearable. My legs thrashed, the sundress still bunched around my waist, a forgotten detail. Wave after wave of pure euphoria crashed over me, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his face. I didn't care about anything but the maddening sensation his mouth was creating. He just kept going, his lips sucking, his tongue flicking, until the world was just a blur of exquisite feeling. I screamed his name, my voice hoarse, as another climax hit me, even harder than the last, shaking me to my core. And then, somehow, he managed to pull another one out of me, my entire body humming, completely spent but still aching for more. I was a quivering mess, utterly undone.
He slowly rose, his chin glistening, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Ready for me now?" he rasped, his eyes dark with desire.
I could only nod, my breathing ragged. He pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion, and my eyes immediately went to his thick, hard cock. I always forgot how big he was until he was right there. Then, he hovered above me, the tip of his cock at my entrance.
"Look at you," he breathed, watching me twitch. "So wet for me."
He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until his head stretched me, and a low moan escaped my lips. I gripped the sheets, my body tensing with the beautiful fullness. My pussy was already so sensitive, so open. He slid in fully, and I let out a long, shuddering moan of pure bliss. That feeling, of being completely filled, after all that buildup… nothing compares.
He started with slow, deep thrusts, going all the way to my cervix, then pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The rhythmic friction was incredible. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Fuck, baby," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. He sped up, slamming into me, pulling out every single moan from my throat. My body was singing, every nerve ending alive. He grabbed my hips, tilting me just so, making his angle perfect. I knew I was close again, the pressure building with every powerful thrust. My back arched off the bed, my nails digging into his shoulders. "C-cumming! Oh god, I'm cumming!" I screamed, my body spasming around him as another climax exploded through me, my pussy clenching tight around his throbbing cock.
He didn't pause, just kept plunging into me, letting me ride the wave, pushing deeper and faster as my body convulsed. He leaned down, sucking hard on my neck, making me whimper. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, and I loved every second of it. My mind was completely blank, just pure sensation.
"You're amazing," he groaned against my skin, still pounding into me, his cock feeling like it was hitting my very soul. "So fucking good."
I was losing track of time, of everything really. My body was still clenching, another wave building, even as I felt completely drained. He was relentless, a powerful machine of pleasure. My internal walls tightened around him, milking him with every thrust. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and I felt him speeding up, picking me up, pulling me into a sitting position on top of him, my legs wrapped around his waist, still buried deep inside. The sundress was bunched around my chest, and I could feel my breasts bare against his chest as I bounced on his lap.
"Ride me, baby," he commanded, his voice raw. I obeyed, grinding down on him, taking him deeper inside me. He groaned, holding my hips, helping me set the pace. My pussy was gripping him like a glove, and I could feel him throbbing. He let out a loud groan, thrusting deep inside me. My pussy convulsed around him as I came around his cock.
He pulled back slightly, then slammed back in, pulling me into another position, on my hands and knees while he entered me from behind. The angle was different, every thrust hitting a new spot, feeling so much deeper. He held onto my hips, pulling me close, burying himself inside me completely. "Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his breath hot against my ear. My ass bounced with every hard thrust, and I could feel him straining, groaning. He picked up the pace, slamming into me harder and harder, burying himself deep, and then, with one final, powerful thrust, I felt him explode inside me, a hot torrent filling me, deep inside me. I cried out, my body shaking as he emptied himself into me.
He stayed buried for a moment, letting the tremors subside, both of us panting, utterly spent. He slowly pulled out, a soft squelch accompanying the withdrawal, and I felt a brief pang of emptiness. He pulled me into his arms, pulling the sundress down to cover me loosely, and we just lay there, tangled together, breathing each other in.
"That sundress… definitely a keeper," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I just smiled, feeling the warmth of him, and the faint, unmistakable sensation of his cum still seeping out of me, a delicious reminder of everything we’d just done. Yeah, definitely a keeper.