I have a pretty present to unwrap on my velvet couch. Read on for some fun erotic story time.
Catch up on the Pretty Present romance story here.
My Pretty Present, An Erotic Story (Part Three)
I grab your shoulders and throw my leg over you and now I’m sitting on your lap. Hard. Decisive. Right in your pretty face. My t-shirt and lace bra mashing right against your erect nipples. Your smile is so big it’s ridiculous. Your eyes so perfect it’s like you’re some kind of fairy queen. A naughty one with a crooked crown.
Our Romantic Meet Cute
I think about how we met. Our “meet cute.” That stunning smile and cool blue eyes.
It was at my local coffee shop. I am a bit of a coffee snob and my shop’s satin swirl roast is still the best thing since sliced bread. I wish I could live on that sweet nectar. It was a chilly day–so cold that it may have snowed, but instead it was this freezing rain/sleet/terribleness.
The three and four year olds in my preschool had to stay inside all. morning. long. I could still hear echos of tiny screaming banshees as their cabin fever transformed into monstrous noise. And my nerves were a little fried.
Nothing better for fried nerves than caffeine, right?? *sarcasm*
So, I was irritated and my bones felt cold. I needed a cup of the warm stuff, my hands anticipating the relief from the biting precipitation. I had a coat on, but it was not a rain coat. There was a hood on it, but it was soaked. Bad choice number one.
I had been doing this thing where I park far away from places so I could get more steps each day. Today was not the best day for that as I was absolutely drenched. Bad choice number two.
Clumps of the rain-sleet-terribleness stuck in the fluff of the hood like a bizarre snow cone crown. As I pulled my freezing veil from my head like some disheveled sort of little red riding hood, my elbow caught something. Hard. I was too focused on my goal that I didn’t bother to pay attention to my surroundings. Bad choice number three.
I looked to my right and realized I had hit a person.
“Oh shit I’m so sorry,” I apologized.
Then I felt a wave of embarrassment that I just used the word shit with a total stranger in public. My religious past snuck up and shamed me for the weirdest things. Like cursing. Or “using the lord’s name in vain.”
I must have been standing there awhile thinking about swear words and spirituality and why can we not say “oh my god” because this person asked, “are you okay?” Despite the fact that I was the one who had just rammed my elbow into her.
Her. Her eyes caught me first. A gray-blue color that seemed almost transparent. Her eyelashes were dark as were her eyebrows. Her hair was dark making it a striking contrast with her glowing blue orbs. It and fell to her shoulders in soft waves.
Although I tried, I could not speak a word. Then her smile. So lovely and inviting. I felt like I could tell this stranger anything and she would welcome me with open arms. Now I was staring at her mouth and a slightly pouty lower lip.
“Oh my god–gosh I–“
Back to the Erotic Reality
And just like that I snap back to today.
Right now.
This moment.
You smack my ass again and now I realize what has brought me out of my daydream. Slight pain.
Your cheeks are rosy and your chest is flushed. Your grin is devilish. I fake kissing your mouth, but instead put my hand over it and dive into your neck like a vampire. I’m kissing and licking up to your ear and biting your lobe. Just a little. I hear you gasp and I moan in response. I can’t help it. I want more noise.
More.
And more.
Your hands run under the back of my shirt. Despite our body heat, it sends a shiver up my spine. You’re going for the bra again. So impatient.
I tsk tsk you and your sad lip comes back. I intertwine our fingers and bring them to the top of your head and back onto the top of the couch. My chest is right in front of your face and I snicker because that’s what you’re after and you can’t get it.
Not yet.
To be continued…
