Victor watched Joanne lean over to insert the DVD into the player. His eyes went straight to the rounded curve of her bottom and arousal instantly set in.
He didn't want to do a Netflix and chill night tonight. If it were up to him, they could skip the Netflix part of it, and get right to the chilling. Eight days was their longest stretch without making love since being newly married three months ago and that was only because he'd been on a business trip all week.
His eyes followed her long legs underneath her tiny boy shorts as she ran back quickly to hop beneath the covers with him.
Joanne cuddled up beside him, pulling his arm around her shoulder and positioning herself in the crook of his arm. Her hard nipples poked through her T-shirt and pressed against his shirtless chest as she encircled it with both arms. She then scooted up just enough to kiss his lips and whisper, “I missed you so much.”
He smiled down at her and caressed her cheek. “Me too, baby,” he said, before bringing her mouth to his for another kiss. Joanne licked the right, then the left corner of his lips, making him shudder and his dick stand at attention. He loved when she did that. He reached down, just about to pull her atop his body, ready to say the hell with the movie, when he heard a loud, “Ohhhh…”
Vic's head snapped up to look at the television. He recognized the bedroom on the screen, their bed, and even the two people entangled with one another. It was them.
His head shot back to Joanne and her laugh filled the room. “I recorded it just before you left,” she said, answering his question before he could ask it. “That video is what has gotten me through the longest eight days of my life,” she said with a wicked smile.
Vic turned back to their amorous session and smiled. He studied the angle, trying to figure out the camera location.
“Its right here, “ she said, again reading his mind as she picked up her alarm clock on the nightstand to show him the hidden camera.
A slow frown crossed her face, when she saw his open-mouthed expression. “You aren't upset, are you? I just wanted to surprise you when you…”
He gave an emphatic shake of his head. “No, no, no. I'm glad you did it. Just...shocked. You surprised me. I never would've guessed you'd do this, “ he said, turning his head back to the T.V. screen, unable to resist the sounds of their lovemaking.
He tilted his head as he examined their movements from this new detached position outside instead of from his usual position, in the middle of the act. It was more arousing than the typical staged porn flick. Maybe it was the genuine intimacy of the moment that seemed to seep through the screen.
On the video, Joanne threw a leg over his hips and straddled him before taking his penis between her fingers and inserting him into her. Victor’s breathing turned shallow watching the entrancing wavelike motions of Joanne’s hips on the video as she rode him. He could almost feel the tight warm grip of her pussy around him just viewing it.
Joanne, in real life next to him, ran her hand across his chest and leaned over placing slow kisses on his skin. Victor closed his eyes, only for a moment as he indulged in the feel of her lips on him coupled with her moans from the video on their television.
When he opened his eyes to continue watching he noticed the over-exaggerated movements Joanne made on the screen. Almost as if she were...performing. He looked at himself on the video and clueless about her hidden recording of them, he seemed to just be into the fact that she was more expressive and excited than usual that night.
On-screen Victor slapped then squeezed her thigh as he panted in response to her wild bucking. But then...was she…? He squinted at the screen and clearly saw that she was. She was staring right into the camera. And not only that, she was smiling. And she winked!
“Joanne,” he said, the surprise in his tone evident enough to prompt her to snap her head up from his chest to look at him.
“What?” she asked, confused. She followed his eyes still locked on the screen and laughed. “Yeah?” she said, feigning ignorance.
“Were you putting on a show?”
She met his smiling eyes and shrugged. “Well...” Joanne returned to his chest and flicked a nipple with her tongue. “It was all real. It’s always real with you. I just...added a little extra spice to it.” She giggled and enclosed his nipple between her lips sucking on the hardened flesh as her hand wandered down between his legs.
His head fell back when she grasped his rigid phallus. Joanne began a slow, sensuous rub while kissing her way down his chest to his abdomen and encircling his navel. She kissed along the ring of hair above his pelvis and continued to move the kisses lower until she eased his cock out of his boxers and her lips met his shaft.
Joanne on the screen was even louder now, her hands cupping her breasts and fingering her own nipples as she rode him.
Real-life Joanne placed a trail of kisses down his shaft and then back up again, finally circling and pressing against the sensitive ridge under the glans. She captured the entire glans between her lips to suck the swollen tip before moving down to pull more of him farther into the warmth of her mouth.
But to his dismay, just as she reached the lowest portion of his shaft and was settling into a nice, steady rhythm , she lifted up, her mouth detaching from his member. Victor opened his eyes to protest but stopped when he watched her step out of her boy shorts and shirt and toss them across the room. He parroted her, removing his own underwear, and she lowered onto him allowing him to glide into her wetness.
Victor groaned from the familiar pleasure he always received from the first breaching of her opening. It felt like the first time every time and even more so now after their eight-day separation. The feeling was only intensified as he moved further into her, the gradual warm and wet sensation taking over his cock from head to base as he began his slow stroking.
The visual of Joanne’s enthusiastic bounces on his cock on the television only heightened the feel of her riding him in real life. Her palms were flat against his chest as she moved her hips forward to accept his thrusting. But soon, her speed increased as she matched her own zealous movements on the video. Her moans blended and meshed until he couldn’t distinguish Video Joanne’s sounds from those of Real-Life Joanne.
Tingling shot through him and he was mere seconds from coming when without warning she dismounted him stopping the flow of pleasure. But immediately she turned her back to him, scooted back to give him a close-up view of her pussy as she laid atop him and pulled him into her mouth once again. He released a loud, satisfied moan as her sucks were no longer slow and tender, but insistent and determined. The noisy wet sound she made as she savored and sucked him made his toes curl.
He reached up, spreading her lips with his fingers to reveal the pink flesh buried within and lifted his head to taste her. He licked, relishing in the familiar sweetness of her that he’d missed when he was away. He extended his tongue to lap at the exposed bud of her clitoris and felt her body tremble. But she never stopped her own tasting of him as he licked her, even when his tongue tricks made her entire body shiver in response. Her hips gyrated and rolled, accepting the ardent laps of his tongue and the enthusiastic suckling from his lips.
On the video, the sounds had ceased, as a spent Video Joanne lay atop Video Victor after their joint climaxes. But real-life Joanne and Victor were making more than enough noise to compensate as they voiced their enjoyment of the pleasure they gave to one another.
Then, Joanne’s body shook violently as she succumbed to orgasm from Victor’s incessant licking. As her body descended from the plateau of pleasure, Victor placed soft kisses on her labia.
It wasn’t long though, before she lifted her head again, gripped and massaged his shaft as her mouth followed, sliding along the length of his cock. Victor lowered his head to the pillow as she sucked him mercilessly. His fingers played with her pussy, sliding along the dripping wet cleft as she brought him again to the very edge of climax.
But she rose again, flipped around quickly to face him and pulled his cock into her. Victor’s hands went instinctively to her hips to assist her fast-paced rocking on him. They moved in tandem, both eager to reach the peak of orgasm. When he felt her fingers dig into his waist, he knew she was close and this time he was coming with her. Victor’s hands found hers and their fingers entwined as he pushed his hips up, driving his cock into her and her hips moved forward to meet him. Their screams and groans intermingled as they reached orgasm together and Joanne collapsed onto Victor’s chest.
They lay entangled in each other’s arms, as they lightly caressed and touched one another tenderly.
“I think I’m gonna have to go out of town more often,” Victor said, finally.
Joanne shook her head. “No, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“I mean, if this is the reception I get, it’s worth it, don’t you think?”
She lifted her head up to look into his eyes. “If you do, you’re going to have to give me an even better video than that to tide me over until you get back.”
He grinned. “What do you say we start filming now? You ready for your close-up?”
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.