Fun At Paul's Place

challenge requirements:
Setting: Paul’s apartment
Stars: Corinne Grant and Paul McDermott
Words: dare, truth, torture, giggle, naughty, snort, pimple, couch, bathroom, table
Things to say: “Dare I ask?” “Don’t tell anyone but …” “The things I do for you” “When did I tell you that?”
Year: 2000

Paul and Corinne lay together on the couch in the lounge room of Paul’s apartment. The television was on and a half-empty box of chocolate chip cookies lay on the floor. Paul was naked from the waist up and Corinne was lying on top of him, wearing only her panties and one of Paul’s shirts. They were focused more on each other than the television.

“Paul..”

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

He couldn’t form a coherent sentence at the point, because she was squirming around on top of him rubbing against his erection. Paul placed his hands on her hips to stop her moving for a moment. He lifted his head and captured her lower lip between us, sucking gently. Corinne moaned against his mouth, delving her tongue inside as her hips began to grind against him once more.

Corinne left Paul’s soft luscious lips for a moment and kissed her way down along his jaw line and neck. He let out a throaty growl as she suckled on his earlobe, swirling her tongue around and nibbling gently.

“I want you to do something for me.”

“Dare I ask?”

Corinne lifted her head and looked down at her lover. His hair sweaty, eyes dark and blazing with passion. He was smirking at her like a naughty little schoolboy.

“I dare you to show me just how sturdy your dining table is.”

“When did I tell you that?”

She cocked her head to one side and looked at him. He laughed.

“Just kidding. So does that mean I have to get up?”

Corinne wiggled her hips against him again and he groaned, but still made no effort to get up off the couch. With a snort she climbed off him and stood next to the couch. He watched as she undid the buttons of his shirt one-by-one and slowly slid it from her shoulders, leaving her basically naked in front of him. Paul raised an eyebrow at her and slowly started to slide off the couch.

“The things I do for you.”

Corinne turned and headed towards the table, knowing that Paul would be following her now. She jumped up and leant back on her arms, her legs stretched out beckoning for Paul to come and join her. He did as he was asked, walking slowly over and positioning himself between her legs.

She looked up at him, her eyes silently telling him what she wanted. He smiled again and lowered himself to the ground, sliding her panties off as he went. He knelt on the floor, his face level with her sex. Paul kissed his way up the inside of her thighs, and as soon as Corinne felt his warm mouth touching her centre she knew he was now in control.

“Paul please..”

She buried her hands in his short dark hair as he continued to probe at her with his fingers and tongue, sending so many sensations through her body that she thought she would overload from the exquisite pleasure. Paul lifted his head, his fingers still buried deep inside her, stroking, teasing, and bringing her to the edge. He leant down and kissed her deeply as his thumb brushed across her clit, and she came with a muffled cry against his mouth.

He held her in his arms until she had recovered, admiring the beauty of her face, covered in a thin layer of sweat, eyes closed, lips full and flushed. He couldn’t resist kissing her again. She looked up at him and smiled.

“Is that really what you did on the table last time?”

Paul smirked.

“I’ll show you the rest later I promise.”

Corinne couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips. Paul slid off the table and pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her again. He tried to kiss her but she moved away.

“I’m sweaty. I’m going to take a shower.”

“Can I join you?”

Corinne slid her arms around his neck, pulling his face close to hers.

“My dear Paul, you haven’t even begun to work up a sweat yet. Now when I get out of the shower you had better be lying naked on your bed.”

She smiled triumphantly as she walked into the bathroom, leaving Paul standing there speechless. When he heard the shower start he went into the bedroom, stripping off his jeans and boxers and lying naked on the bed as instructed.

He lay there on the bed for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for Corinne to return. His cock was so hard that it was painful, and the truth was that resisting the urge to reach out and stroke himself was absolute torture. He was about to give in to temptation when she appeared in the doorway.

“You didn’t start without me, good boy.”

“Don’t tell anyone but it was very hard not to.”

Corinne walked over to the bed, her eyes drifting appreciatively over Paul’s naked form sprawled out on the bed. She sat down next to him, running a hand lightly across his ribs and causing him to shiver.

“Speaking of very hard..”

She slid her hand across his stomach and grasped his cock, just the feeling of her hand almost enough to make him come right then and there. Her hand never stopped its ministrations as she lay down on the bed next to him; their lips meeting in another heart stopping kiss. Corinne broke away from the kiss and looked down at his face.

“You have a pimple on your chin.”

Paul would have replied but was distracted by the feeling of her hips moving against his, her thigh teasingly rubbing his erection. Having had enough of the torture, Paul emitted a deep growl, reversing their positions so that Corinne was lying beneath him on the bed.

“Pa..”

She was cut off by his lips upon hers as he thrust his hips forward and slowly slid into her, inch by glorious inch. She moaned against his mouth, her hands rubbing up and down his bare back as he rocked back and forth. As Paul felt his orgasm building he reached between their bodies, his long fingers finding their target and pushing Corinne over the edge with him.

Paul withdrew and they collapsed side by side onto the bed, both breathless. Corinne rolled over into his arms and he pulled the covers up over their tired, naked bodies. They drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

THE END