It was the sexiest possible way to say ‘yes,’ and Lem’s core gave a sweet throb at how Nic’s voice sounded saying it. She didn’t waste any more time, pushing herself to her feet using his thighs so she could tug her shorts down and step out of them. A second later she climbed up onto Nic’s lap to straddle him. She hoped she would be able to hop off fast enough when the time came -- she really wanted to blow his mind with pleasure. Lem kissed him deeply as she instinctively rocked her hips to rub herself against him, moaning softly at the slide of his hot cock against her pussy. She was plenty wet already, so it only took a bit of angling and then she was sinking down around him, sparks and tingles racing up her spine. “Fuck,” Lem gasped against Nic’s mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Nic knew this was going to be a challenge on his part. He’d never attempted not to come once she did, usually happy to give in once her core was gripping him in ecstasy. It didn’t help that she had him all worked up to start with, but there was no point in worrying about it until it was actually a problem—and what a wonderful problem to have. “You’re so wet,” Nic groaned as she sunk down on him, his hips lifting to pull her deeper, encouraging the grinding he knew she loved. His mouth moved to hers, kissing her deeply as his hands slid from her hips back to squeeze her ass. She felt so good that it was easy to lose himself in her, let the rest of the world melt away so that it was just the two of them, fucking on the couch in the living room. The lights were on, the curtains open, and Nic didn’t give a fuck about anything other than the beautiful creature sitting on his lap.
Lem’s whole consciousness had narrowed to just the two of them, and it was such a delightful escape. Not that she had much on her mind these days she needed to escape from, it was just nice sometimes to turn her brain off and just be in her body. She still felt good about the blowjob, she loved Nic dearly, and the way their bodies fit together made her whole core tingle with pleasure. She kissed him back with open hunger, her hands running up his arms to his shoulders, loving the play of muscle moving under her palms. Lem rolled her hips in a tight circle, rubbing her clit against Nic’s body as she held him deep, loving the way his cock hit those spots that nothing else could reach as well. After a few moments she had to break the kiss to breathe, but Lem kept her face close to his as she started to lift her hips for longer thrusts, already panting a bit at just how good it all felt.
Normally Nic could just turn off his brain and enjoy himself, but Lem had him so wound up from the get go that that seemed like a bad idea. Every touch drove him higher and her hands were everywhere. Every roll of her hips encouraged him to thrust, to push deeper, so that when she began to give him more, the friction left him breathless. His hands roved all over her body, squeezing her ass, then flicking her nipples, before eventually finding their way down between her legs. His thumb brushed over her clit, increasing the pressure every time she slid down on him, matching stroke for stroke. It was something to focus on, to keep himself from giving into the pleasure himself. It would be so easy to get there now, but the thought of Lem’s mouth on him again was enough to keep him holding back.